And it wasn’t like Mother was about to lift a finger to do anything but find a man. It was her lot in life—to be a woman waiting upon a man to save her.
Only someone lacking in education would allow herself to be subjugated in such a matter. I owed my enlightenment not to Mother but to the great authoress Miss Mary Wollstonecraft. She didn’t want women to have power over men but over themselves. It was a notion that my mother wouldn’t accept. Instead, she continued treating me like a useless waif. Disrespecting what I could do and keeping our family mired in debt and degradation. I was willing to embrace her nescient mind if it kept me from engaging in forced labor. Besides, I had the ability to keep myself warm and fed without any wasted effort.
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