Women Figure It Out
An essay by Ashley Garner
Women, it seems, have an uncanny ability to figure it out, no matter what the “it” is. Somewhere, in the genetic make up of a woman, something must have imprinted or maybe it was already there from the start; after all, Eve was sent to make sure Adam could figure out how to manage being a human, well, the human, on Earth. The other stuff she did… well… you know…
In war time, it was the women who stayed behind and learned to figure it out. Women who worked in factories and who made the best out of what rations they were given. It was women during the Depression who began making clothes from flour sacks with such regularity that the flour companies started printing the insides of the bags with floral prints to be cut and sewn into various patterns. Looking back, all of that seems incredibly romantic and storied, but what happens when you as a modern day woman have to figure it out?
Three years ago in the spring of 2018, my marriage ended abruptly. A marriage rife with abuse and tension, a marriage I quite literally fled from, packing small items away hastily while the moving company carried the big things onto a truck. All the while watching the clock and even telling the movers, “we have to go faster; if he catches me leaving he will kill me,” a fear my attorney drilled into me over and over in secret meetings while we discussed how exactly this divorce would have to go.