When he got home, I was crying. I didn’t know why he hadn’t come back. Was he mad at me? He mentioned that he had gone to look for the guy from the night before but couldn’t find him.
If this deeply difficult and personal story can help just one person to read my story and think about me, then I believe I have succeeded.
I am a woman and a blogger and I don’t have a job.
The facts are not up for debate. We live in a society that teaches men to kill.
As far as I’m concerned, the only people who claim intentions don’t matter are those who have fundamentally bad intentions.