Decoy Anger

I feel emptied, and not in the clean kind of a way.  I feel emptied like a pre-prohibition housewife, when rent is due, and her breadwinner has drank all their bread.  She knows they are going to get kicked out of their flat and the children are screaming, so she just does laundry.  I feel wrung dry, twisted and turned, roughly scraped and pulled, as if someone else is trying to take out their aggression on me, and then I remember the Buddha, and I want to wring him out like the laundry for reminding me that it's always, only me.  I am the wet towel, housewife, and the chore.  A wet towel, who sometimes picks fights because of my own insecurities.  I feel like you don't love me, and I'd like to fight about it.  I feel insecure, so I would like to speak with you about which house chores you don't do, and about which ones you don't do good enough.  Decoy anger is all the rage at Nordstroms this holiday season.