not surprisingly, my disdain for the intentional economic disempowerment of women and caregivers would grow as well, a special rage I would mostly fire at my husband, who had much to learn, but whom I also turned repeatedly into a straw man for all the maleness in the world. I would recoil from his touch again, my skin stunned not just by the physical contact two children would require but by every sense memory of how my body had been used by men previously.
