The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Monday, January 2, 2012

It's good to be right, really

After the last email, when I called him on every assertion, every sexist, skewed assumption, I knew he would back off. Knew as he really got to know me, he wouldn't like it. From him calling me "independent" like it was a bad thing, to telling me my dear aunt tended to grudges (like I didn't know) and telling me that our father was neither ignorant nor stupid (he was both.)

This gives me such peace, to know, to understand, to be right dammit.

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