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Its because a womans entire self-worth rests on her looks, said Jane.
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I tend it like a little pet.
Oh, it was a funny old world.
If she packaged the perfect Facebook life, maybe she would start to believe it herself.
Nothing and nobody could aggravate you the way your child could aggravate you.
Mothers took their mothering so seriously now.
Their frantic little faces.
Their busy little bottoms strutting into the school in their tight gym gear.
Eyes fixed on the mobile phones held in the palms of their hands like compasses.
Madeline thrived on conflict and was never happier than when she was outraged.
Shed never believed in God, except when she heard children singing.
It occurred to her that there were so many levels of evil in the world.
Small evils like her own malicious words.
Like not inviting a child to a party.
Bigger evils like walking out on your wife and newborn baby or sleeping with your childs nanny.
Shed swallowed it whole and pretended it meant nothing, and therefore it had come to mean everything.
It drove her to distraction the way women wanted to bond over self-hatred.
Did she love him as much as she hated him?
Did she hate him as much as she loved him?
Their arguments always went like this.
Your child was a little stranger, constantly changing, disappearing and reintroducing himself to you.
New personality traits could appear overnight.
Maybe it was an involuntary, atavistic response to thousands of years of violence against women.
