For my precious followers and the godless feminists in my comment section:
It has recently come to my attention that some individuals, claiming to be “concerned about my well-being,” have been slandering my family on social media, portraying me as “oppressed” or “brainwashed.” NOTHING could be further from the truth. I’m frankly shocked that anyone would say this, after years of showing you guys every aspect of my life and how I CHOOSE to center my children and submission to my husband in every way.
It seems like these pro-choice feminists don’t understand choice at all! My parents were deeply offended by this too, considering they raised me to CHOOSE this lifestyle, and told me constantly growing up that it was my duty to marry and bear children. I assume these individuals don’t understand what that’s like, since they didn’t have the luck to be raised in a family as devoted or morally pure as mine.
Why are these individuals claiming that I am oppressed? Is it just because my husband stated that I’m not allowed to maintain a separate bank account, work outside of the home, receive pain medication during childbirth or legally own any part of our small 10,000-acre family farm? Who wants their own money anyways? Women just weren’t made to understand numbers, unless it’s to ask our husbands for a sixth baby.
Personally, I can’t imagine anything more fulfilling than staying home and raising my husband’s babies. My favorite place to be is in the kitchen, baking bread for whole wheat sandwiches from scratch while breastfeeding my newborn, washing dishes, vacuuming up the crumbs my older children are dropping and enjoying all of this to the tune of an ear-splitting scream from one of our toddlers in the other room, who appears to have gotten into our unlocked weapons cabinet.
People are always saying to me, “Maria, you’re 22. Don’t you want to travel? Go to college? Get a job? Make human friends that are not the rabbits you raise for food or the ghostly woman that lives in your yellow wallpaper?” My answer is always a resounding "NO." Why would a young woman want to travel if not to sleep around and disobey her father? What could be the point in experimenting with other ways of living before I decide I’d like to be barefoot and pregnant forever, all before my prefrontal cortex has fully formed?
They’re always saying, “Maria, you don’t have a life.” Clearly what everyone else considers “having a life,” I consider SINNING. Who needs friends or a social life anyway? My children are all of the intellectual and social fulfillment I need. I even get to practice my reading skills when I’m putting them to bed! Try telling me that’s oppression. The lady in my yellow wallpaper agrees with me completely, and told me to tell you guys all about our fantastic friendship. We’re so close — sometimes I can almost see her face through the swirling pattern.
I hope this will teach you guys that only God can judge. My haters may continue to insist that I am “financially trapped” and “have no other recourse,” but I KNOW that they’re just jealous that I get to stay home and relax all day.
I’ve got to go now. I can hear one of the babies screaming again, and I don’t want him to wake up the husband — he works so hard! I’m hoping to get a luxurious half-hour of sleep before I have to take the kids to school and start it all over again. And to all of my followers struggling through their season of singleness right now — remember to keep praying and before you know it you’ll be just like me!
