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She Ran through the Fog
Where she would lack respect, is what she saw coming.
Note: this is a conversation I had with my mother recently, and yes this situation is prevalent. If you assume the story is about hating men, check yourself in the mirror. I don't hate science either, i’m critical of it’s colonized perspective.
It was October 1998. My mother was trying to find a marriage proposal.
A few months prior my father’s family reached out to her family to show interest and that’s where talks began. However, just like how men hide their intentions sometimes today, they started doing that collectively as a family.
My father was in the U.S., and my mother was working in circumstances that weren’t ideal.
Since he was far away, and both families didn’t provide as much autonomy to them — their first date was a few days before their marriage. That’s not the part that freaks me out — what freaked me out was the next part.
She strayed away from how her body felt during the date — -it felt heavy and she ignored it. My mother also noticed that she didn’t like some physical attributes of my father and that he had some long-term sickness his side of the family wasn’t disclosing (speaks volumes considering he had a 5-vessel bypass surgery four months after I was born).
