My husband and I have been trying for a baby since we got married a year and a half ago. I found out I have fertility issues. My sister and her husband have been trying for 3-4 months. She txted me today to tell me she’s 6 weeks pregnant. I kind of want to cry for days and throw things. How is that fair?!
Today is my son’s birthday. I asked him all week what he wanted for breakfast. Pancakes with peanut butter and chocolate syrup… and raspberry syrup. Guess who took 3 bites then whined about how he should have asked for a bowl of cereal! I asked him for 2 months what he wanted as a gift for his birthday. My husband got him paper craft Mine craft 48 piece set. I got him a black carry case for his 3DS and a 24 game holding case. He said he “didn’t really feel like he wanted the mine craft set” after I told him to just say “thank you” even if he wasn’t really feeling the gift. I tried texting my parents to ask if they would come over for my son’s birthday dinner. Three days of texting back and forth and they will pick him up but not have dinner with us. This is the 4th invitation they have turned down in 6 months…. Why do I even try? Will my child actually appreciate what I do for him some day? Will my parents ever understand how little I miss them? Why try for another child when the one I’ve got only makes me feel successful once or twice a year?! Just a rough day, I guess. Giving up is easy, but moving on is hard. I think maybe I just thrive in these difficult situations. As crappy as I feel emotionally I am still going to make birthday cheesecake, hang “Happy Birthday” banners and cook my kid a steak.
Instead of waiting in her tower, Rapunzel slices off her long, golden hair with a carving knife, and then uses it to climb down to freedom.
Just as she’s about to take the poison apple, Snow White sees the familiar wicked glow in the old lady’s eyes, and slashes the evil queen’s throat with a pair of sewing scissors.
Cinderella refuses everything but the glass slippers from her fairy godmother, crushes her stepmother’s windpipe under her heel, and the Prince falls madly in love with the mysterious girl who dons rags and blood-stained slippers.
Persephone goes adventuring with weapons hidden under her dress.
Persephone climbs into the gaping chasm.
Or, Persephone uses her hands to carve a hole down to hell.
In none of these versions is Persephone’s body violated unless she asks Hades to hold her down with his horse-whips.
Not once does she hold out on eating the pomegranate, instead biting into it eagerly and relishing the juice running down her chin, staining it red.
In some of the stories, Hades never appears and Persephone rules the underworld with a crown of her own making.
In all of them, it is widely known that the name Persephone means Bringer of Destruction.
Red Riding Hood marches from her grandmother’s house with a bloody wolf pelt.
Medusa rights the wrongs that have been done to her.
Eurydice breaks every muscle in her arms climbing out of the land of the dead.
Girls are allowed to think dark thoughts, and be dark things.
Instead of the dragon, it’s the princess with claws and fiery breath
who smashes her way from the confines of her castle
and swallows men whole.