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Kept Women

If and when she mentions how she’s bored and would like to return to work her husband casts a disapproving look towards her and changes the subject or tells her she has no time to work.  He asks who will cook his dinner, who will serve his dinner, who will starch and iron his shirts, and who will do the housework.  When she says she can do it ALL and work, he tells her this is her job, taking care of the house and his needs...Load of Bs....I know

Soon after she starts popping kids and then it’s all downhill...

Some time down the road, after a few kids, this Stepford wife realizes she has no identity for herself, years have been wasted on a MAN, and she begins to resent him.  Now she has three roads to travel down, either she continues with life as it is or puts her foot down and begins to create her own identity outside the house or arguments develop, resentment deepens and the marriage ends.....

Some of you might think a few of my descriptions are over the top, because “apparently” this doesn’t happen now a days; because no sane woman would put up with such an ass of a husband or man.  But my friends, you’re wrong.....all of the above is still taking place in different corners of the world.

There are women who are afraid to speak their minds or to put their dreams into action out of despair or even more out of fear.  For the ones who are “kept women” they need to really take a look in the mirror and ask themselves if what they have is enough.  And if it isn’t enough then they should cease the moment and take that jump.  Unfortunately I know this is easier said than done.

When I first began thinking of a kept woman all I could think of was how weak these women are because they put up with so much garbage from their men.  But luckily these women have a choice to either speak up or get out of their relationships, and have many avenues to seek help from if things get out of hand. 

But then I thought about all the other women around the world who aren’t fortunate enough to be living in the western world, where a woman’s voice, independence, and protection is not taken lightly.  
If these women even whisper a single word of independence, of creating their own identity, then the response from their husbands, in-laws, men in their families is dire and dangerous.  

 I should have published this piece on International Women’s Day, as I did plan on writing a piece in commemoration to all my sisters out there, but I’ve been extremely busy and all these thoughts just popped in my head now and here it is! xx

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