Some of us don't have the good fortune to say; " goodbye, I love you, I will always miss you, please forgive me." Some of us don't get closures. When a loved one passes away, all we have is memories, regrets and loads of guilt. Survivors' guilt. Why am I talking of death? Hear me out. It is depressing, but necessary to say this all. Let's deal with this article point by point. What has pushed me to this edge, what has happened? It isn't just one incident. Domestic violence. We all are locked in with families. We all assumed that we are these woke people who no longer believe in gender differences. Spouses both work, maids do the washing, cleaning, etc. We have cooks. We have day care or similar services, schools, colleges, Life to take care of. One virus stops this well-turning wheel of routine. Maids and cooks are not allowed to come to our homes. Offices, schools, colleges, day care, all closed. Spouses and their children and rest of the extended family ...
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