This shouldn’t be hard. Everyone has to make this decision at some point or another. And they’re fine, so I should be too. If you asked anyone they would scoff at you. The answer is obvious. It’s easy, practical, everything I’ve ever wanted to want. It would kill my family if I didn’t, but I think doing it might just kill me too. I can never be happy being a housewife, going to tea parties and balls and cinching my waist to attract a man. Pretending I cared about conversations that would be obsolete in a few moments, hours, years. I want to meet ME. A girl who’s never seen the light of day before, who doesn’t quite know who she is yet and her place in the world. I want to ask myself questions without receiving a fabricated answer. I want to see the world without rose tinted glasses. But if I choose freedom, it will cost everything. But do I even want THAT?