Thought #45

During Mayterm, I took a flash fiction class, and recently, I was inspired to write another piece. So here it is...

"She can't have a normal life.
She can't stay out past 11.
She can't have him over at her house.
She can't have him in her car.
She can't go to family gatherings without being looked down upon.
She can't go to his family gatherings without her family getting upset.
She can't go through a day without something demeaning said to her or about her.
She can't spend more than 15 minutes around her family without feeling the extreme tension, conflict, and brokenness.
She can't call her parents with excitement and happiness and joy when he gives her a ring.
She can't go wedding dress shopping with her mom or grandmother.
She can't put the wedding date on her family's calendar - they won't be coming.
She can't have her sister as the maid of honor.
She can't be the bride who wears white walking down the aisle, escorted by a proud father.
She can't call her parents with joy when the pregnancy test comes back positive - because half the child is his.
She can't bring the grandkids over to their grandparents house.
She can't get her children to understand.
She can't keep hiding behind a fake smile...
She can't keep living this way...
She just can't anymore..."