Of both times I was married, neither time did I enjoy it.
It felt very much like having another adult child in the
house.
Needing attention, needing food, needing. Always needing.
Being married was heavy. Being married was burdensome.
Men are needy.
In the kind of marriage where the man is the man,
The woman becomes…
Invisible.
Accessible to them only through him.
A non-person.
Marriage doesn’t seem fair. At least, not from the standpoint
of a woman.
A loss of identity for a label. Wife.
Maybe I am a feminist.
Maybe not.
Maybe it doesn't really matter.
I’ll never be content to be invisible.
