The Wives

by Tarryn Fisher

It’s all too perfect, I think. When things are that perfect, something is wrong.

Somehow, the messy lives of reality stars make me feel better about my own.

I have forgotten what my own happiness means. What the definition is to me as a person.

We’re all just waiting for someone to stand behind us, aren’t we? Even if it’s just one person, it gives you strength.”

now I see the truth: women are stuck in a cycle of insecurity perpetuated by the way men treat them, and we are constantly fighting to prove to ourselves and everyone else that we are okay.

“He works hard, don’t be too hard on him...” Waiting...waiting...that’s what women do. We wait for him to get home, we wait for him to pay attention to us, wait to be treated fairly—for our worth to be seen and acknowledged. Life is just a waiting game for women.

A woman’s greatest foe is sometimes her hope that she’s imagined it all. That she herself is crazy rather than the circumstances of her life. Funny the emotional responsibility a woman is willing to take on just to maintain an illusion.