im in my room, with my music loud, so i dont have to hear my mom crying in the bathroom. shes been in there for an hour, just crying. But i'm too afraid to go in there an ask whats going on, why she's crying, what he did. i really dont know why my parents are still married, really. They dont love each other, i can't remember the last time i saw them kiss or hug and mean it, in pure love. it makes me hate living in this house, hate them for staying together because the marriage ceritificate says they should. i really think the only pure love i have in my life is the love i have for my brother and sister. it makes me never want to love anyone, to want to never get married, so i won't hate the person im married to a year later. to have kids and be stuck in this terrible relationship, for the children. to never have anything in my life for myself and devote it to a marriage and a family and job. it makes me not want to live. if my only purpose as a woman is to care for every man in this world, to cook and clean and give him children, i do not want to live.
and at this point in society, thats all i feel i am worth.
i am a woman with no dreams, no ambitions, and no dignity.
but i will tell you one thing, i do not belong to anyone, only to myself.
i will not be your housewife.
1 comment:
Well said.
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