Nag, Nag, Nag

By KateWest

There's a certain type of woman who expresses love by scorn. Who thinks being comfortable with someone means she can verbalize every random thought, no matter how harmful. That her partner is an extension of herself and therefore must think the way she does, so that's why she yells at him when he brings home the wrong kind of milk. Her controlling need to have things to go her way means her house must be sanitized into being presentable to the outside world and she knows that the neighbors are always, always watching. And judging. Her family represents her ability to coordinate so they must be sacrificed for the good of the whole - their individuality is repressed so that no one rocks the boat or colors outside the lines. She is quiet in public, demure and obliging, but domineering at home. She is always right and her opinion the only one that counts. She won't let things go. Obsession is a part of the frantic worry of maintaining order. The world must have logic and reason and unpredictability is frowned upon. Anything that isn't planned months or years in advance is not worth doing and most things aren't worth doing if the world will think she's wrong.

Which would be the greatest tragedy.

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