It's always about what he thinks, because women can't think, because they're too emotional. It's never about what we want. We always have to sacrifice our lives, our desires, wants, needs for others. We are always "responsible" as the one who takes care of everyone else. Our hopes and dreams don't matter. We're just part of the house. We're just objects of desire. We're beneath you. And I'm tired. I'm okay with being alone.