Abuse Hides in the Dark. Turn on Your Light.

You’re a Housewife. Be Grateful Dammit. And Smile.

My abusive husband knows exactly what it feels like to be a housewife. I wonder how that's possible since he's a dude and has never been a housewife.

Yes, I am a housewife. I am also many other labels. I am a mother, wife, sister, daughter, writer, patriot, conservative, seeker, and loads of other labels we people seem so enamored with associating to ourselves.

But to Will, I am a housewife. He said so. He also rejected any of the other labels I listed because none of them bring home any money. And after rejecting me wholly (since housewife is only a fraction of who I am), he continued to tell me what makes housewives happy.

Housewives are happy when they have a roof over their head, food on their plates, a home to clean, a man who is willing to work, and children to care for. Therefore, I should be the happiest woman alive and appreciate him “for a change.”


Double hmph.

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