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I loved getting up before everyone else, when the house was still and I could read or listen to a podcast alone in a frozen world. I knew where everyone was. I knew they were safe. I could relax.
I wish I had lingered longer. I would never see them so innocent again.
Grief is a scar. The tissue is tough and when it’s cut again, it heals poorly.
When a narrative chimes with pre-existing beliefs, it can seem so self-evidently true that all conflicting evidence is discarded.
as if being drunk in public took away my right to the protection of the law.
I’m entitled to get upset and drunk without being raped and beaten
The disposable girl should develop a drink problem or take drugs. She should become the victim of someone else, somewhere else. At best she becomes a campaigner against whatever she was a victim of. Nothing can happen to her that doesn’t refer back to the attack. She has been branded. The event owns her. She can only ever exist in reference to it. But that’s not true because the world is full of us. One in five. We are as perennial as love. We go about our business, raising kids, running countries, starting wars and solving crimes. We don’t tell our stories because, if we’ve survived, that can
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The real meaning of stories depends on where they’re told, when and to whom.
