Crazy Mommy is, thankfully, no longer with us...My biggest epiphany is that I cannot heal my children of the emotional wounds Crazy Mommy inflicted on them.
I now realize that, while I may not be able to bring forth life in physical form from my womb, I can bring forth life in other ways equally as beautiful.
Never again will we entertain this tyranny
that wears a thousand divisive masks
but is always a scared and greed-scarred child-man
hiding behind a curtain.
Moments just arrive, or collide, with the last thought, the last action. Bird food/imminent death. Dog barking/missile attack. The expected/the unthinkable.
This joke was not the product of haplessly old-fashioned, harmlessly sexist men. It was purposeful, deeply misogynistic violence, passed off as joking.