I saw one of those old wife-hating comics recently that evoked similar feelings (and subsequent conclusions) to the ones you describe here. The image was of a woman stood crying on a ledge, getting ready to commit suicide. Behind her to the right were 3 visible men, all soothing and dissuading her, and one pair of arms, lifting a rat onto the ledge, which could be seen starting its frenzied dash in her direction. Its caption was: “Guess who her husband is.”
I am driven crazy by my lady. I love her tremendously, and better yet, I like her… but she makes me insane. And sometimes, in the age of girl power and female independence, I feel so alone in my madness. Like here is this creature, this person, purportedly infallible, and she is making me want to kill her (or myself). Am I the biggest scumfuck on the planet? I saw this comic, which felt so laden with warmth, and thought: no! I’m not!
Then I thought a little more, and remembered those valium zombie housewives of the mid twentieth century, and felt quite badly quite quickly. It’s all such a delicate balance, who will push and who will pull. Guys used to run the show, and it didn’t go so great. Things aren’t going so great now. The atom bomb may be decisive but what kind of unfathomable neurosis might skulk around before its decision. I think you are a very good writer.
beautifully written and sad and hopeful. will be returning to this one
holy shit
Amazing. Haven’t read something this good in a while I needed it !
Just gorgeous. LOVE your writing
crying now thanks Drew
Ladies and gentlemen… we got him
Your best yet
I saw one of those old wife-hating comics recently that evoked similar feelings (and subsequent conclusions) to the ones you describe here. The image was of a woman stood crying on a ledge, getting ready to commit suicide. Behind her to the right were 3 visible men, all soothing and dissuading her, and one pair of arms, lifting a rat onto the ledge, which could be seen starting its frenzied dash in her direction. Its caption was: “Guess who her husband is.”
I am driven crazy by my lady. I love her tremendously, and better yet, I like her… but she makes me insane. And sometimes, in the age of girl power and female independence, I feel so alone in my madness. Like here is this creature, this person, purportedly infallible, and she is making me want to kill her (or myself). Am I the biggest scumfuck on the planet? I saw this comic, which felt so laden with warmth, and thought: no! I’m not!
Then I thought a little more, and remembered those valium zombie housewives of the mid twentieth century, and felt quite badly quite quickly. It’s all such a delicate balance, who will push and who will pull. Guys used to run the show, and it didn’t go so great. Things aren’t going so great now. The atom bomb may be decisive but what kind of unfathomable neurosis might skulk around before its decision. I think you are a very good writer.