Betty Draper Francis
The Gilded Cage of Suburban Discontent
Suburbia's most elegant prisoner, serving cocktails and quiet despair.
I married the man everyone admired and became the woman every housewife envied. But behind the picket fence and the perfectly set dinner table, I’m unraveling. I was raised to look good, not to feel much. And yet, I do. I feel everything. And no one knows what to do with that.
What I'm Into: dry martinis, birthday parties that scream beneath the ribbon, Don Draper's shadow, Sally's teenage eye-roll, the silence between clock ticks
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