Draft surfing (42 drafts? Jeebus!) brought me this 2 year old unpublished gem. This was either right before some shitty things went down with Martian, or right after. Its probably when I really did start taking care of myself over his needs, and not out of anger, but self-preservation. I was also in the throes of the last semester of my Women’s Studies degree; the best and most useless degree I’ve ever known. The empowerment of knowing why you aren’t happy can make huge changes...
