A fear harbored from a young age. A reality expressed by various men upon parting. I wonder how this fear influences my feminism. Articulate, in a book on masculinity.
"I loved him, but I lost my identity in his, because he's so overwhelming and powerful. I had my own thing going in life before I met him, but I quickly became the person who was beneath him, and my world started to revolve around his. He was and is a loving but intolerant person. Someone else's opinion was never welcome. He was obsessed with making money, with buying land, with success, and he was always on the road. It got to the point where I never saw him. The only time we spoke was when he gave me orders."p138
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