Every single day I try to leave my marriage. Every single day I try to fly away to the place where I think I'm supposed to be, where women can be free and still be women. We are all tunneling furiously away from the servitude and entrapment and virtual imprisonment that has been women's lives for centuries. That's what I meant when I posited that women are more commitmentphobic than men. Freedom, to us, is a sacred pilgrimage, a matter of life and death, a matter of not just our own fates, but our mothers' as well.
Marriage is a tremendous peril for women.
And so we've spent these past two decades fleeing in underground tunnels, only to find that there is no such thing as freedom, because we can't survive without love, and it's often love we've cheated ourselves out of. Our conversation became a medium for the pain of all women everywhere, twisting the proverbial Rubik's Cube year in and year out only to find that the dilemma is unsolvable. I felt a sensation of total dread as we talked, as though I could suddenly hear the water rushing into our escape tunnels, forcing us to turn back. Yeah, it is.