You’re telling me that for me to be born it took 1 dad, 1 mom, 4 grandparents, 8 great‑grandparents, 16great‑great‑grandparents… and NONE of them left me even a single plot of land?
“I don’t understand why women don’t just report it if it really happened.”
When I was 19, I reported mine. I had bruises. Hospital photos. Text messages of him apologizing the next morning. My friends drove me to the station because I could barely stop shaking. I thought evidence would make it simple. I thought truth would be enough.
Months later, I was the one on trial. His lawyer printed my Instagram photos and held them up in court. Asked why I wore crop tops. Asked why I drank that night. Asked why I didn’t scream louder. He replayed my police interview and pointed out every time I hesitated, every time I cried, every time my timeline wasn’t perfectly linear. “If it was traumatic,” he said, “why can’t she remember clearly?”
Sitting there while strangers debated my pain like it was a group project felt like being stripped again. My messages were projected on a screen. My body was described in detail. My character was picked apart like that was the real crime.
He walked out on bail. I walked out with panic attacks.
That’s why some women don’t report. Because even with bruises. Even with screenshots. Even when you do everything “right.” You still have to survive the assault twice, once in private, and once in public, just to maybe be believed.
He obeyed demands, had a gun permit, was a US citizen, didn’t defend himself… and was still murdered by ICE. Yet somehow these conservative bootlickers will still justify his killing
You might think people only need to heal from bad relationships. but the truth is people are healing from hateful parents, betrayal from friends, sibling feuds, academic problems, stressed in their works. always remind that not everything is about romantic relationships.
being religious doesn’t mean you’re a good person. faith without kindness is just performance. beliefs don’t matter if they’re not reflected in empathy, accountability, and how you treat people when no one’s watching. character shows up in actions, not in labels or rituals
I feel like the older u get, the more quiet you become. Life humbles you so deeply as you age. You realize how much nonsense you've wasted time on. You start to accept things for what they really are. You stop forcing friendships & connections with people & you just learn to grow
I read this when it first came out. His mom said she & Lola had a relationship no one else could understand. when the author finds his moms’ journals, Lola hardly appears in them at all. The depth of evil was that the mom kept a slave who she didn’t even think about much