Philophobia

Philophobia

  • WpView
    Reads 35
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Feb 13, 2018
This is what you wear to church. This is how you make your bed. This is how you sew a button. This is how you set a table for dinner. This is how you smile to someone you don't like at all. This is how you smile to someone you like completely. This is how you walk like a lady and not like the slut you're so bent on becoming. This is how to iron your father's pants so that they don't get a crease. This is how to make to make a buttonhole for the button you've just sewed on. This is how to eat without turning someone else's stomach. This is how to behave in front of men who don't know you well so they won't recognize the slut you're so bent on becoming. This is how to love a man, and if that doesn't work, there are other ways. This is how to get medicine for a cold. This is how to get medicine to throw away a child before it even becomes a child. This is how to bully a man. This is how a man bullies you. This is how to squeeze the bread at the bakery to make sure it's fresh. "But what if the baker won't let me feel the bread" You mean to say that after all that, you're really going to be the kind of woman the baker won't let near the bread? Lines from "Girl" by Jamaica Kincaid, 1978
All Rights Reserved
#281
uk
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Fix Me, I'm Broken
  • My New Muse (XXX) (Completed)
  • The Invisible Eccdentesiast
  • THE RISK (+18)
  • Stuck In Hell With My Enemy
  • BROKEN VOWS (Lucas & Emilia Book 1)
  • Seduced by the Alphas
  • lifieee.talks
  • 15 Days With The Possessive Billionaire

Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines