My name is Karen. I hate that name because already you have an image of what I look like and how I act. Loudmouth bitch who thinks she’s always the one in charge with the ugly haircut and poor dye job. I am the opposite of that image, it’s something I’ve worked hard on to oppose since my son told me about the internet jokes relating to the name. I felt embarrassed despite knowing I wasn’t like that stereotype.
I am a quiet redhead married to a man who prides himself on keeping me in my place, mother to a teenager who I fear may I’m losing my relationship with as he gets older each day. If I honestly summed myself up though it’s a desperately sexually frustrated housewife untouched for 5 years…or at least that’s how I would of described myself one month ago. That’s when everything change, that’s when I changed. That’s when Rex entered the picture.