We are culturally conditioned to trade our marrow for a glance, to kneel at altars built for other people's convenience, mistaking the shadow of a body for an actual embrace. But hunger is a poor theorist; it builds houses out of drafty clauses and calls them home.
insisted on going to live with him in his parents’ house. There i got constantly yelled at, guilt tripped and emotionally abused, i almost got touched by my aunt’s husband too (relevant later).