"But we live happily ever after instead"

Blanca Suárez y Yon González 

He likes to picture the sufferings I have endured. He listens to all of it like a child listening to a fairy tale. I must confess that it reminds me of you, Dr. Jordan. You were as eager as Mr. Walsh to hear about my sufferings in life. Your cheeks would flush, and if you’d had ears like a dog, they would have been pricked forward with your eyes shining and your tongue hanging out, as if you’d found a grouse in a bush. And as with Mr. Walsh, I may have changed some of the details of my stories to suit what I thought you wanted to hear.

You want to go where I can never go. See what I can never see inside me. You want to open up my body and peer inside. In your hand, you want to hold my beating female heart.