/lit/ - Literature

>>18349916
Mom's understanding of happy and loved is in the form and scope of a handout.
Isn't that being a home maker?
But she can't see beyond the mailbox and look at the monsters. The monsters in the woods and the concrete jungle to whom I want to wage war. My war. Endless war. Restless striving. That is manly happiness and victory is love and love is victory. But woman always wants a way out of striving and ambition. Never can she cheer on more than a rehearsed game than a true unscripted wild fight of your life.