Feminist don't have a sense of humor.
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So last night I learned that my aunt went back to her husband.

Background Story:

My aunt who is also my serrogate mother has been married since she was 18. To a man who has abused and controlled her life.
If I haven't painted him in a bad light yet, he's also a racist.   But I'm sure he would call himself a good ol' boy.  He actually was pretty decent in helping to raise me.  But as I grew older I was put off by his slurs.

There was also a bit of a falling out when I helped my aunt come to the conclusion that I'm queer. (For those of you who didn't already know, Mazal Tov) I was told not to come around the house any more (but they still loved me) because I gave her scabies.  Personally I think she got it from shopping at good will, but 3 years later it seems the scabies line was a lie or an excuse to keep me away.  I did learn that my uncle was busy promoting the fact that I was gay.  I appreciated his efforts, but I can't report any dates resulting from his advertising. 

So my aunt at the age of 60 with a progressed case of Parkinson's disease has decided to leave her husband.  I was very proud of her.  Her husband was restricting her medication, mentally abusing her, and insisting she continue to cook and clean.  Mind you she's practically bound to a wheel chair. 

In the style of Anne Frank my aunt and her sister escaped to a motel where they stayed the night.  The next day they proceeded to file a restraining order.  (Girls if you are burning your bras, hold onto that bic lighter).  My aunt ended up in a nursing home.  Where I was told she was happier and doing well.  Her sons and grandchildren were visiting her and my father (points to him for doing her laundry) and aunt also kept her company.  While none of us want to end up in a nursing home, her other option was living at home where her husband would laugh at her when she would fall.

Finale: So my aunt went back to her husband, her son checked her out. 

I'm all for preservation of family values (despite my sin filled lifestyle) but learning that she went back made me sad.  Some good came from the over all experience though.  I'd like to say my father and I both appreciate our relationship a little more. 

And a final applause to the son and family members who knew well enough to stay clear of this dramatic circle of events.  Clearly they knew the end result would be the same as the start.  But shame on them for not having hope.