I can never be Essie in Jesus name!
Essie frustrated me so much. I just can't understand loving someone so much that you completely disappear in the process.
What frustrated me the most wasn't even the polygamy. It was how completely okay she was with accepting crumbs. Crumbs of love. Crumbs of attention. Crumbs of respect. She never chose herself. Every decision she made revolved around Jonasi or Joyce, but never around her own dignity.
And the saddest part? Her children paid the price. They're the ones who suffered the most because she kept accepting a situation that benefited everyone except her.
People call her loyal. I don't.
That's not the kind of loyalty I want. I never want to be so loyal to someone who keeps choosing themselves and everyone else over me while I keep making them my number one. That's not devotion—that's self-abandonment.