I sometimes wonder why a woman’s status quo changes so much when she gets divorced or widowed.
I mean, so what if she’s separated? So what if she’s lost her husband? We can’t school her on how she should grieve. Or what she should wear. Or where she should live.
Also, how on earth does becoming a widow make a woman inauspicious? Why is she suddenly expected to behave and dress differently? Why is talking to her considered a taboo? Why is she asked to live without sunshine, colours, light and laughter, when a man can live however he wants to, whether he i married, separated or widowed?
We can’t go around screaming slogans on gender equality and women empowerment if we think women are puppets that can only swing to the strings pulled by men.
Screw the society and its norms, if it forces you to presume a man’s entry or exit from a woman’s life has the capacity to define who she is, or how she must live.
Because, her identity, if you haven’t realised yet, is so much more than her last name.