May 3, 2022
It’s not his fault but I’m irrationally angry at my husband right now. The second any of his tiny little sperm meet up with an egg in my body, my rights as a human become less than the rights of that tiny bit of DNA. It reminds me of the moment in the Handmaid’s Tale where the protagonist goes to the store and finds she has no right to a bank account. Her male partner says that of course he’s going to protect her and his account is her account, but it’s not the same. Not the same at all.
