If your pet could talk, what would be the first thing it says?
We had 2 Lundehund’s, & one recently passed away at 12 years old. Our younger one who’s not even 2 years old yet really misses the old dog we had. As I’m writing this he’s lying in his dog bed.
The youngest dog would most likely ask about the old dog & what happened & when he’d be getting fed. He’d also say out, out, out. When he needs to go potty.
The old dog would announce to us when the young dog had gone potty inside, most likely something like, help there’s poopies on the floor. What is this shit. He’d half howl like it was an emergency. Very cute. But I could tell he was tattling on the young one.
What’s the most annoying trope in books or movies?
That can only be rescued by a heroic male figure head. I find that really annoying to read/see in movies.
Women have a higher tolerance for pain & are better warriors but in literature & movies we are dumb & incapable.
I learned in college that it’s a way of putting women in their place in society. By tradwife men who want women to stay at home.
To say that books like The Handmaid’s Tale aren’t happening in today’s society are sorely mistaken. Because it is. Women are being told that they shouldn’t do this/that. I met a man recently that attempted to try to tell me that I was a kept woman.
He knew nothing of my life but assumed it anyway. Maybe he should meet some of my male friends-somehow I don’t think he permits that in his marriage!
Boring plot lines that are too predictable is another I can’t stand. When you can foresee who the murderer is after the first 10 minutes. Yawn.
If you could relive one year of your life, which one would it be?
23 I had a really bad year. The highlight was that I met some really good people & friends but other than that it was a year I look back on & am in wonder I didn’t try to hurt myself.
You may ask what made it so bad, several factors came into play. Such as a wine bottle being more worthy than my life. Recognizing that I had grown up in a toxic house. I refer to my home that I share with my husband but when I visit my parents that is not home it’s simply a house.
The difference being I feel safe in the home I share with my husband but not in my parents house. That’s the difference between most children of domestic violence & those that didn’t grow up in it.
When I was 23 years old I learned that my life wasn’t worth very much to either of my parents. I was nearly killed over a bottle of wine by my father & things turned to the worse after the assault.
For over 10 years after the assault I could not run short distances without getting a massive migraine. I spent years in therapy, for acute PTSD.
Sometime in the middle of the 2000s that turned into bipolar disorder. Back when I was 23, I met a kind guy named Michael who became pivotal not only in my therapy but in my recovery.
Learning to trust after an assault is really hard. I feel grateful for the kind people I met that are still in my life. I’d to my 23 year old all over again if it meant I wasn’t nearly killed.
