A friend was telling me about her mother, on her deathbed,finally accepting a cigarette from her sister: Had I known my life would have ended like this, I would have said yes a lot sooner. And I’d have said no too. No to marrying him. No to being his slave. No to wasting my life.
As she was telling me she was crying and I was crying. Both of us were in miserable marriages before we had the irrational and dangerous bravery to leave. We know how she was feeling. We know how close we were to feeling the same way on our deathbeds.
Thankfully we both got out and we are both married to wonderful men today who adore us unconditionally. We walked through raging fires to get here. But we can’t rest. We are haunted by those who never made it. She’ll be joining me soon on #ForgottenFeminists 🤍
This grandson asks his grandmother:
If you could go back 70 yrs would you marry my late grandfather?
No.
Why? He asks laughing nervously
She cries as she tells him how her father forced her into the marriage at 10 yrs old.
The memory is still so painful even after 70 years.
If you could go back 70 yrs would you marry my late grandfather?
No.
Why? He asks laughing nervously
She cries as she tells him how her father forced her into the marriage at 10 yrs old.
The memory is still so painful even after 70 years.
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