Two weeks ago I read The Husband Stitch, and it totally broke something in me.

When men said certain things to me, like challenged my experiences, or told me how I should be, or started a pointless argument with me, I used to have the anger to throw it back at them, or I'd just ignore it in entirety.

And now I've found that I don't have the energy for it.

Like someone interrupted a conversation I had last week to tell me my definition of a tensor was wrong.
And I sighed and carried on as if nothing happened.

And today a man told me that I wasn't living my life correctly. So I've stopped talking to him.