Mother Dearest: My thoughts that seemed too sad to keep to myself

Simon Says.

"Repeat after me."

You are not made for marriage. It will crush your soul and steal your life. 

You are not made to be a mother. It will force you to realize that I'm right.

And then Father Dearest comes home, bags under his eyes.

1,000 yards ins't enough to give him a piece of peace.

She kisses him with open arms, her spindles snatching his wallet from his belt.

It's empty. 

Father Dearest will apologize. 

"Repeat after me."