I’m only going to say this once. No, I’m actually going to keep saying it. In fact, I’m participating in NaNoWriMo and this is what my novel is going to be about. All fictionalized to protect the not-so-innocent, naturally.
This is what sexual and emotional repression and religious oppression get you: Married men who pretend to be taking care of their families. They think that staying in bad marriages is their “ministry”. They carry their sense of duty around like the proverbial ball and chain and then guess what they do? They find a mistress or call up a former lover to see if the door is still open. They paint a picture of themselves as righteous and self-sacrificing (making sure to drop in a word or two about how starved for emotional and physical intimacy they are). They live locked up in a box not living (not really), not allowing joy, wearing an ill-fitting mask and yes, continuing the cycle of oppression by objectifying and compartmentalizing women instead of loving them. (Really, truly love them.) And we let them. (Well, some of us.)
How do I know this? First-hand experience. Here’s what I think about that:
Or maybe, just maybe you want her to know. Or maybe you get a thrill out of being “bad”. Such a set up. So sad.
Time to get started on that novel. I think it will be dedicated to every girl who never knew her worth (with a blessing for her to find it).