i remember the movie well. A group of women, strong women. I had always known the strength of women. my grandmother was incredibly strong and yet when she sang she was as delicate as a butterfly, my mum her strength, her beauty was so powerful. my godmother impressive spent forty years in university, mrs sinette my english teacher had (balls). men well they were children, the ones around me that is. Later my sister was born and she has proven to be one of the strongest women i have ever met. Although i never developed friendship with women easily and maybe that was because i was not missing it at the time in my life. My friends were male, yet i never believed them to be stronger than i, i could get the job done, i could take care of my family, i could keep people from harms way. All this was instilled in me, this is what i knew, my mum knew and her mom knew, like i said instilled in us. then K. came into my life, he was kind and gentle yet it was hard for me to believe that anyone else but me could take care of me. this last year after sixteen years together (holy smokes) i have realized i could lean on him and he would not crumble, i could get tired and he would take it from there. for the first time i realized that some men can also be made of steel, covered in cotton.
