My sadness has turned into a slow-boiling rage. I am a woman, or at least on that side of the spectrum. I know this, and my parents cannot take this fact away from me.

I’m a bit angry that they would say the things they said. But this is from someone who expected them to say what they said. I don’t know why I keep throwing hissy fits. It’s just every time I think about it, I just get more and more upset.  I should turn this rage into good!  Not sure how to do that just yet, though. I will figure it out. Thankfully, I get to see Eli soon. I’m sure he will have something to say!