Freedom ist never free. Anyone who struggled to be free knows how much it costs.
She was hysterically happy and I was calmly miserable.
I showed her the sign that said the fountain had been winterized. She asked me if that was a real word? I hadn’t heard of it either. Was it a new verb? We looked it up on our phones and saw that it meant ‘to adapt something for winter’. In that case, I wasn’t winterized after all
I’m unhappy with you and I’m ‘happy’ alone.
When a woman has to find a new way of living and breaks from the societal story that has erased her name, she is expected to be viciously self-hating, crazed with suffering, tearful with remorse. These are the jewels reserved for her in the patriarchy’s crown, always there for the taking. There are plenty of tears, but it is better to walk through the black and bluish darkness than reach for those worthless jewels.
And I love the rain.