She'd always let him down. She was a firebrand feminist who never listened to him. Never heeded his words. He wasn't always right and she made sure to point that out to him.
Today, she regrets every single time she fought with him. And wants to make amends. Constantly trying, constantly hoping that things work out in such a way that she will get to make amends. That she will do something for him, something that he may remotely want.
Some children don't disappoint. They are the perfect children. She never was one, and never wanted to be one. She was proud she wasn't one, mostly. But today, she wished she had that blind devotion. That blind, searing love to stand up for him.
But because she is a she, she can't be that perfect child. Yet again, so someone else can be a perfect child. And that someone else is always a he.
Today, she regrets every single time she fought with him. And wants to make amends. Constantly trying, constantly hoping that things work out in such a way that she will get to make amends. That she will do something for him, something that he may remotely want.
Some children don't disappoint. They are the perfect children. She never was one, and never wanted to be one. She was proud she wasn't one, mostly. But today, she wished she had that blind devotion. That blind, searing love to stand up for him.
But because she is a she, she can't be that perfect child. Yet again, so someone else can be a perfect child. And that someone else is always a he.
