you without permission, and you are never the same type of woman again after that. and now you are the woman wearing a pink coat, and your cousin tried to subtley compare you to the Chinese female character of that new "the iron widow" book that is probably going to be made into a movie some time in the future a few days ago, and he didn't even know that you broke the upper floor of a house a couple weeks ago with a cast iron skillet and all of Josh's dreams of dominating you and murdering you
and you decided that you are now not going to Christmas eve family gathering, and that instead you (passive aggressively ??) gave a book of poems about a tween Chinese american girl's experiences of being bullied to your mother to give in your name for the white elephant gift exchange
It must be in her eyes ??
p.s. and you just remembered what a jolly good time it was to grab a nice juicy handful of Josh's ass, a couple months after he strangled you
p.p.s and you aren't even a communist (or a violently enforced socialist or a capitalist either and you prefer to heal conflicts using grace and empathy and understanding ffs, and sometimes you feel compelled to grab a man's booty show who the real boss is ??)
