Infidelity: Trying To Know The Victim's Perspective
Originally typed on the 7th of August. Incomplete, messy rendition. Needs work, not expressive of the intended thought. Originally meant to be completed, left untouched a few days, forgotten about, found, made visible only to me... then I decided to just make it public as-is.
There's a woman who's tight on resources, tight on opportunity, tight on time. Her life is in a hard place and she's struggling. She desperately needs to know she can make it through this, she's trying her hardest to prove herself, but she needs something, something precious, something sacred. When she finds it she holds it, she appeals to it, she means to make the most of it and to be thrilled and excited by it, and it's hers and it brightens her life. Then, though, then there's someone who wants to take it away from her, to make it theirs. They threaten to push her away from it, to distract its attention and to change her life so that, in all of her struggle, she's alone. No one will see to her, no one will love her, no one will remember her name. She can't take it, it's not okay... so she takes up to the precious thing she's found and she marks it with words where she states clearly what she wants, she wants it, she wants it to be hers, and she needs it to listen, and she needs it to not think of others, but to focus on her in these hard times. And so it is, she deserves this gift, and it should love her, for she is somebody too and her life truly does matter. So it takes itself to her and they unite, and when it is faithful, life becomes beautiful, and when someone threatens to take it away... life, well, becomes grotesque.