The thing about date rape is that it feels like an abuse you showed up for, a violation that you got dressed up for. You put on lipstick you made small talk, you consented to not consenting.
The thing about date rape is you told your bestie about your abuser, you sang his praises, you were excited for her to meet him. Now you find yourself conflicted, confused, betrayed.
The thing is, it’s not ever your fault, never! But you wonder things…
I love Netflix, When the internet at home doesn’t suck (Really Telkom? Really? Why do you guys hate us? how have we offended you?) I enjoy watching Netflix not only is it a great way to switch off my mind after working who know how many jobs a day, but also because I’m super basic and Netflix matches my Uggs and flavoured coffee.
I know breast is best, I’ve read the literature – usually in the doctor’s waiting room, sticking out of an out of date copy of Sarie. I breast fed for over a year and I’m glad I did.
It was not easy though, like it really, I kid you not, SUCKED at first, actually, it didn’t SUCKED, or Aidan didn’t SUCKED properly.
Writing a post on coping with a heavy workload sounds funny, like. What do you know girly? Your Netflix and wine, after crying in the shower regime is hardly a productive thing you should be sharing with people. BUT since these are not my only coping mechanisms let me share…
First things first what is this heavy workload I’m coping with, well I’m planning a family fair, I’m working in an office doing design work, I’m writing for an online bar service in the UK (the bar is not online, don’t be silly) and a US content creation firm, I am also doing some advertising writing locally and helping out with a woman’s day event and hand paint wooden accessories as party favors and gifts…so the struggle, she is real, no he is real, why must the problems be female #staywoke (joking guys…don’t crucify me)
When in one day you hear about yet another police officer murdered and also see people complain about seeing a police officer stopping for lunch…it brings up feelings:
I’m the wife of a cop
