Do not respect me because I am a woman, but because you are a man.
Because you understand that you are human. That I am human. That we are simply living breathing creatures.
That we all have cells. That we all have tissue. That we are all almost dead, and the most you could do is spare me.
You could stop pretending to be this man. You do not protect this household. Or me, my life, this heart.
There is nothing expected of anyone in this lifetime unless they want it. The expectation.
Expectations. Do they comfort you? Do they make you feel better? Do they depict how you want your life to be? Or do you think for once you're worth more than that?