hello fellow journalers, i have returned, for good?...perhaps
Today wasn’t a bad day, then I got home and my mom was just being all funky and I realized what pisses me off about her. I hate when anyone lets convention rule their life as she has. She didn’t enter a marriage 28 years ago to have it end 25 years later but she also didn’t enter it for what one should be established for. She didn’t go in for a serious or mature love, she didn’t go in with a friend, she didn’t go in for a true happiness. She went into thinking she was in love because my father would supposedly be a good provider, she went into it thinking he would have a steady job and they would have a couple kids and theyd live in a colonial, she entered it thinking THAT was love. She gave into a society that puts women in the house, men in the workforce and children at the hearth, crossing her fingers and hoping it would turn out alright because that’s what her parents did. she's also taught that anything bad that has happened to her is in some way her fault and that stagnant pool of depression is something she, and only she, can pull herself out of.
Convention, tradition, and typical moral values are the enemy of a world that desperately needs an overhaul; not vulgar television, natural disasters or even terrorists.
Convention, tradition, and typical moral values are the enemy of a world that desperately needs an overhaul; not vulgar television, natural disasters or even terrorists.