My Color-Coded Closet

He insisted on a new wardrobe system where each piece of clothing had its designated place—reds in one section, blues another—and no exceptions. I felt like an overpriced doll being dressed by someone else for the day’s events. At first, it seemed so controlling and petty, but slowly, as days turned into weeks, I began to appreciate the order it brought to my life. It made getting ready easier because everything had a home and place to go back to after use. More than that, wearing clothes from his chosen palette felt like carrying out an unspoken command each day—a reminder of the bond we share and how he sees me present myself to the world.