I think I accidentally went on a date with someone last night.
lemon shaved ice
concrete against my thighs
garage sale hats
furniture in the sun
A&K printed wood blocks
golden wrought iron
Two other women, also breast cancer survivors, said their husbands left them after they were diagnosed. Both had to have mastectomies (in case anyone doesn’t know, this is the surgical operation to remove one or both breasts).
The first woman said her husband told her that he would rather see her dead than see her lose her breasts. The second woman had her operation and waited all day to be picked up by her husband, who never arrived. By nightfall, one of the nurses offered to give her a ride, and she came home to find the house empty.
Obviously, these are extreme cases of a man’s reaction to his wife’s breast cancer, but this is what I see when I see the “I ♥ Boobies” bracelets. I see love of the body parts, not the person being treated—not the patient, not the victim, not the survivor.
IT TOOK ME 18 YEARS OF LIFE BUT I FINALLY UNDERSTAND. HE IS KING OF ALL THE LIGHT TOUCHES! OH MY GOSH WHY HAS IT TAKEN ME THIS LONG
I’M PRETTY SURE IT’S NOT THAT COMPLICATED IT’S JUST HE DOESN’T WANT TO GET UP EARLY