She was trapped and she knew it. Nobody stood by her side. Her life wasn’t hers. It belonged to her mother who thought she owned her, just through giving monthly allowance. It was a dysfunctional relationship from the very beginning. For an insignificant amount of money, the mother thought it was enough for her to care for herself, to educate her, and teach her about self-respect. She wasn’t asking that much. It was the mother who gave her way too little.
The mother was the product of a misogynistic, and desensitized society. So, desensitized that she thought it was okay to leave her only daughter in the care of strangers. A stranger that could potentially abuse her. But the mother didn’t care. The mother only thinks of herself, and what benefits her. The mother was sick too. It’s okay the mother thinks. It’s a tradition to be sick. The mother married for money. It was my stepping stone she said. The mother is a user. Care less to give back. Ultimately self-serving, and utilitarian.
When the daughter grew up old enough, she knew she had to get away. She had to break the world, and the system that causes her to be so ill in the mind, and in the body. So that’s what she did. She ran and never looked back. It was hard for her in the beginning. But she slowly recovered and remembered who she was again. She remembered what hurt her, and how it all began. She slowly healed and regained her confidence. After all she was not just a victim of circumstances. She changed her destiny altogether, and that’s the happy ending she deserved. She didn’t need any closure from all those wicked people. All she ever needed was the power to end the abuse, and to simply walk away.
