No woman should be blamed for the violence against her, but that’s not the society we live in. We need to acknowledge that very basic flaw before we can change anything.
My rational brain recognizes this is probably a natural part of getting healthy, but my immature brain wants to throw things and break windows.
As morning slowly scraped into day I noticed I was keeping my hands warm by holding my charging phone like it was a hot potato in 1850 and I was walking to school in a snowstorm.
Nana was tough. This woman silenced me–the youngest of five, the brattiest of the bratty, the whiniest of the whiny–with one look after I slapped a boy who had a broken arm. If I cried, she would swipe her hand in the air. Bah. She would have none of it. NONE of it.