Give up or fight a losing battle?
Should I marry according to my family's wish, the pressurizing expectations of a common Asian Society, comprised of relatives, friends and even total adult strangers? Become a cook, change the small things I am usually called out since I do them wrong required to live with my husband's family, stay at home, watch TV, eat snacks, carry out household chores, putter around the kitchen, clean, arrange? As well as doing whatever the fuck what I want with balancing them on how to please them, talk sweet, meet his relatives, sleep with him when he's horny, avoid talking when he's tired, complain when he's not paying attention, expect fun when we he doesn't have time, compare myself to him and feel bad about it, fit in where I have to, pop out a big ball of flesh which will inherit our genes and spend more than half of my life raising it, hating it, trying to tolerate it, shape it, teach it, put all my money on it (borrowed, or starving myself to do to so?) Or should ...