It seems the most dangerous things to be in the Chicagoland area these days is a woman.
Disappearing wives. Strangled, burned bodies. Husband’s pulling off the road and murdering whole families.
It just doesn’t pay to be a broad these days.
It kind of makes you long for the good old fashion conflict resolution of my youth---it was called divorce.
If it was good enough for my parents, I’m sure it would have been good enough for the gentlemen who’s wives just “leave” and are never heard from again.
But time will tell. Nothing stays buried forever.
Now I know the knife cuts both ways. There have to be some family annihilators who happen to be women.
Perhaps their stories don’t get as much coverage as when men murder their whole families or when their wives “disappear.”
But it seems around these parts women are disposable.
Nothing underscores that point than the two burning bodies that were found in dumpsters around the south side.
Jesus take the wheel.
Naturally when the body of a pregnant young woman is found less than a mile from your home, you sit up and take notice.
You also tend to take notice as a single woman who takes public transportation and tends to be out when it’s dark.
In order to survive as a woman in Chicagoland you apparently have to fear both persons known and unknown.