Angela

“You’re a woman, and it’s your job to fade into the background. It’s your job to make sure your children love their father and never know what a fucking idiot he is, or how little he is capable of accomplishing without you. You’re a woman, and it’s your job to have it all but never complain about how heavy it is to carry. You’re a woman, so you must strive to achieve, even if those achievements will drive the envy that means you will always be disparaged and never be embraced. You’re a woman, and you were put here to suffer and feel pain, or so people will say, and so they will act, and so you will never be properly treated and your borne-in aches will never be taken for the fatal blows that they are. You are a woman, and so the transgressions against you will always be justified in some way by what you wore or what you said or who you are, and everything bad that happens to you will always somehow be deserved. Unless you die a martyr, for your children, which is the only sure way to be a Good Woman. Because then, when you are dust and unexamined, important only for the act of ending, you will finally have the honor of being a saint.”
― Olivie Blake, Girl Dinner