This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at VCU chapter.
On Thursdays, I have class from eight a.m. to eight p.m., so on a particular Thursday, I got home around nine p.m., and my parents were on my case about cooking. I was like bruh. I’ve literally been in school for 12 hours, can I please have a minute to breathe? And they’re like, “Oh that’s how you’re disrespecting your parents. When you grow up, you cannot go and do that with your husband!”If my husband only wants to be with me based on whether I cook or not, then I don’t want to be with him. My life does not revolve around being in the kitchen. I have hopes and aspirations, and I put my school first.