i’ve been playing hakuoki: demon of bluh bluh something or other for hours and i’ve hated every minute but i have no intentions of stopping. why
i think the enjoyment i get out of dating sims is pure rubbernecking
Two other women, also breast cancer survivors, said their husbands left them after they were diagnosed. Both had to have mastectomies (in case anyone doesn’t know, this is the surgical operation to remove one or both breasts).
The first woman said her husband told her that he would rather see her dead than see her lose her breasts. The second woman had her operation and waited all day to be picked up by her husband, who never arrived. By nightfall, one of the nurses offered to give her a ride, and she came home to find the house empty.
Obviously, these are extreme cases of a man’s reaction to his wife’s breast cancer, but this is what I see when I see the “I ♥ Boobies” bracelets. I see love of the body parts, not the person being treated—not the patient, not the victim, not the survivor.
today i cried twice in public which was almost as much as my one year old niece. one day i’ll beat her
sure were a lot of fish at that aquarium