Saratoga Schaefer > Quotes

“Maybe I don’t want to raise a traditional wife. Maybe I want to raise a feral woman.”
― Saratoga Schaefer, Trad Wife

“I can't pinpoint the exact moment I stopped believing in the lies I tell myself, but it doesn't matter. I accept them anyway. I have to. There's no other option.”
― Saratoga Schaefer, Trad Wife

“this heavy presence of absence.”
― Saratoga Schaefer, Serial Killer Support Group

“I remind myself I’m one of the lucky ones. My husband loves me. He would never hit me or scream at me.”
― Saratoga Schaefer, Trad Wife

“his voice taking on that pleased”
― Saratoga Schaefer, Trad Wife

“The other reason I don’t like the forest is because it hums. A low, almost inaudible vibration that steals into my body and settles on my bones.”
― Saratoga Schaefer, Trad Wife

“I apply a carefully curated Lightroom filter over all the images and draft some captions”
― Saratoga Schaefer, Trad Wife

“You don’t … do … anything?” As if being a wife isn’t a full-time job that requires early mornings and late nights and tons of skills. Other women especially take issue with it. Except”
― Saratoga Schaefer, Trad Wife

“That approval meant more to me than anything else in the world. I latched on to it, craved it. Smeared it around my lips and licked it up like ice cream.”
― Saratoga Schaefer, Trad Wife

“The truth is a ghost: hovering at your peripheral vision, disappearing when you turn to catch it. It's easy to ignore a ghost that does not want to be revealed. A cabinet opens on its own. A door creaks. But it's all easily explained away, and the ghost remains at the fringe of your awareness until you can step back, see enough of the house to realize what it is you're looking at.”
― Saratoga Schaefer, Trad Wife

“I can’t tell if I’m losing my mind from lack of sleep or if I’m being haunted by something that wasn’t in the house when we first moved in.”
― Saratoga Schaefer, Trad Wife

“I may be young and a bit naïve, but I'm not stupid. This isn't how pregnancy is supposed to go. You're not supposed to throw up blood and then immediately discover a baby bump that already contains a kicking child when hours earlier there was nothing.”
― Saratoga Schaefer, Trad Wife

“I can’t decide how I feel about her having access to my content. All my other online friends are strictly virtual—I’ve never met any of them in real life. They aren’t around to catch any exaggerations or white lies when I post.”
― Saratoga Schaefer, Trad Wife

“The truth is a ghost: hovering at your peripheral vision, disappearing when you turn to catch it. It’s easy to ignore a ghost that does not want to be revealed. A cabinet opens on its own. A door creaks. But it’s all easily explained away, and the ghost remains at the fringe of your awareness until you can step back, see enough of the house to realize what it is that you’re looking at.”
― Saratoga Schaefer, Trad Wife

“A thick, soupy lava p0urs across my chest and dribbles down my spine and breasts. Why shouldn't I have this one thing? I've hoped and prayed and begged, and nothing has worked. A good wife doesn't get angry, and she definitely doesn't blame her husband for anything, but how can I be a good wife without a baby? How can I create a perfect life for us if my husband keeps disappearing, returning home far too late smelling like flowers and sporting bruised lips?”
― Saratoga Schaefer, Trad Wife

“I reach out and place a hand on the creature’s manhood, which shifts beneath my fingers, erect and eager.”
― Saratoga Schaefer, Trad Wife

“The baby lurches up, a shark trying to breach the surface of the ocean. I pretend it’s all due to the child I’m carrying when I lift the remaining bloodstained butter to my face and gnaw on it.”
― Saratoga Schaefer, Trad Wife