Atalist's Dungeon

 Who knew it would take a few strands of hair to set off a chain reaction that left me bawling Saturday night.  I went up with my family to Dad's. Not entirely out of the norm but this weekend was us helping Dad and spending time with him. The day was great, we got some wood done, and there were delicious meals and giggles. That night I remembered that Sophia had grown out of her shoes again and we were needing some for her graduation. I had ordered some cute shoes but knew I already had to return them because of the size differential. She picked shoes, they looked beautiful and she said, "grandma will walk with me at my graduation". That made me teary eyed enough that sophia immediately hugged me. We giggled a bit saying that grandma had way too many shoes and carried on. I figured since I was already in her closet and it had been a year, it was time to start the purge. What I didn't count on was the overwhelming effect of pulling down a green sweater would have.  It...

 Feminine rage boils within me.  I live in a world of inequity.  Where what dictates control is between one's legs.  a god damned fallacy.  If given a moment to think,  the realization; it is not an act of love to do this much work.  It is a societal expectation.  This is all he has known, he is not being a jerk.  It's a man's world.  The cards are always in his favour.  My roles are every day and will never fade.  Mother, maid, psychiatrist, nurse... emotional labour.  Do what you are told, sit up straight, and adhere to your role.  Don't rock the boat, do not make waves.  Be the virgin, the Madonna, and the wife.  Submit, give him the sex he craves.  We believe that our relationship will save us. from the hardships, we will endure.  Avoiding the chase puts on a different shackle One with emotional damage as a cure.  We indoctrinate our young to believe this is normal The emotional torture fr...