Early last year, I buried a sense of betrayal and moved on, away from the drama. Until I heard other women’s stories of disrespect and bullying, by the same guy. Screw it, I got courage.
Everybody likes to be in charge of the machine, and nobody likes to be used as fuel. When we fight about values, we fight for who gets to be in the cushiony seat of the machine operator and who gets to be the judge.
There is no good reason not to wake up from this lying nightmare now and stand up tall.
An insane conversation (laced with treacherously friendly iPhone ads), in my face, 24/7, delivered by respectable adults, is not easy on my cognitive state.
The planet has everything for people to sustain themselves. But, violence. But, money. But, fear of going hungry, fear of pissing off the gatekeepers, fear of shame, poverty, and unlove.
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