Lekin us din arnav school main kuch jyada hi pareshan tha , maine usko is bare main pucha bhi…Me:areee yar kay hua? Aaj Kuch jayada disturbed lagrah... hai?Arnav: yar Sonu pehle toh saab thick tha par…kaal…Me:kaal kya???Arnav:mere papa aur meri mummy ke bitch ek bahut zor dar jhagda hua aur mummy rote huye mere paas ake sogyee aur papa kahi bahar chale gaye…Me:ohh yeh to rozana hota hai is main naya kya hai??? Tu shaant ho ja…Arnav: aree mujhe puri baat too bolne dee…Fir mere dost ne jo bola usse. Then and only then will he be given an allocation of food. You are not to deny him access or in any way assist him, other than giving him free and as easy access to your penis or vagina as the case may be.’ I felt so sorry for him. He had never been a very dominate person, and now to see him so meekly accepting these indignities was heartbreaking for me. He was my husband, and here he was being treated like the proverbial mistreated step-child, only worse. He was already under the table, and. It wasn't about maintaining an area untouched by man; that was a lost cause. Instead we focused on working to ensure that we used the land wisely and in a more than sustainable manner. Our goal was to never exceed fifty percent of what we thought was sustainable. So careful harvest of trees was allowed, farming was carefully allowed and grazing of animals was allowed.The other important thing that came of this was that we had lots of room and land for kids, and that was important because we had. Now, it was my turn to be surprised. The least I expected was to get a tight slap and a one hour abuse, but instead was baffeled to hear.“Thats ok. I’ve seen her a LOT of times. She openly changes before us” (me and my brother, is what he meant).I was non-plussed. “What? She doesn’t close the door?”“No. Why?”“I mean, shes a woman, and you are boys”He looked at me as if seeing an alien and said“Thats ok”A week has passed-by since then and I haven’t visited his house but used to call him from.