I’m always waiting for my husband, too. Drives me nuts.
I’m always waiting for my husband, too. Drives me nuts.
The Amish community I know aren’t super strict. They use gas farm equipment and are fine with solar batteries. They just don’t want to be on the power grid.
When I was in middle school, some girl sang this song at the talent show. Except she didn’t just sing any version of Ode to Joy. No, she sang this milk commercial version of the song.
Let’s say we do decide to torture murderers. Who is going to torture them? Are we going to pay for these people to have therapy (because they’re really going to need it)? How would you feel if you found out your next-door neighbour tortures people for a living? What do we do when we find out, years later, that we’ve been torturing an innocent person?
I think you need a little more life experience so you can realize that things aren’t as simple as you seem to think they are.
That’s pretty standard for any abusive relationship. The abuser usually waits until they feel like their partner can’t escape before they become awful.