Dear Diary,
I have been home for 2 days now, and I am already exhausted. First of all, with all the unending house chores, it's like my mom feels pain when she sees me 'just sitting'. Then the boy she introduced me to is always hanging around and is never masculine enough to carry a conversation, let alone initiate any talk. Yooooh!
How do I tell my parents that I don't want this boy, yet I don't have a man to 'show' them? At this point, I am thinking of confessing that I am a lesbian. At least then they'll intervene and send this boy home because they don't want 'family matters' to be heard by outsiders. I think it will be fun to watch them panic for a while as they pray for the evil spirit to leave their daughter. And if all goes well, they'll tell me to leave so that I don't 'infect' the rest of my family members with my sickness.
As I was contemplating this strategy, my cousin dropped that bomb today. Dang! That guy just stole my escape plan! His confession seems legit, though, so all the attention is on him. Prayers by all aunties and uncles as they try to intervene in what went wrong. At least the hook-up boy was sent home as we 'deal' with family matters. What a relief!
This season has opened up a lot of wounds, anger, and resentment towards my family, and I can't help but ask: has this ever happened to anyone else? Do women, ladies, and girls ever go through what I'm going through? Am I the only first-born daughter who hates going home because I feel like I can't breathe? Is it right to feel the way that I am?
I really want to start working on myself. I need to heal. I deserve happiness!
Will you work it out with me?
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