Not the kitchen.
Not the bedroom.
Not even my own body, once I got pregnant.
Helena critiqued everything.
How I walked.
How I sat.
How I folded towels.
How much water I drank.
If I rested, I was lazy.
If I cried, I was manipulative.
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Not the kitchen.
Not the bedroom.
Not even my own body, once I got pregnant.
Helena critiqued everything.
How I walked.
How I sat.
How I folded towels.
How much water I drank.
If I rested, I was lazy.
If I cried, I was manipulative.
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