“Hello everyone”, said the meeting consultant, “welcome to the women's group for surviving hardship”. She was dressed in what appeared to be a very hippie outfit. His shirt had a psychedelic pattern, his bell bottoms looked like they were straight out of the '60s, and his hair was long with a headband made to look like flowers keeping it out of his eyes. Looking around the room there were paintings of calming landscapes, the walls were painted a soft yellow and the windows in the room let in enough midday sunlight to make the room warm. Outside the window the trees rustle in the wind. “I would like you all to go and introduce yourselves and then each of you will have the opportunity to tell your story”, after a pause the consultant reminded that everyone is free to make their own judgment here. In the room sat Medea, Sita, Scheherazade, Penelope, among many other women. Medea looked shocked, even a little ashamed. Sita was dressed in traditional attire, with a cheerful smile on her face. The girl who looked exhausted and well dressed was Scheherazade; you could tell she had been awake countless nights in a row. Penelope looked like a goddess, dressed in classic Greek-style clothing with her hair falling around her. Once the presentations were over, the meeting moved on to the important issues, to sharing the difficulties. “Who would like to go first?” the consultant asked. “I would be more than happy to go first!” Scheherazade said, sounding a little too excited to share her difficulties. “Can I start by saying how GORGEOUS it is outside!” Scherazade said. “I was a very young woman when I first volunteered to spend the night with the king. I was experienced and had read many stories. My father was tall... middle of paper... after the day, it was a miracle that I survived without my husband. The suitors started harassing me when they realized I had no intention of choosing one. My son went on a mission and returned, after a while a fight broke out. The suitors insisted even more that I choose one of them to marry. I devised this wonderful plan that I would marry whoever could bend Odysseus' great bow and shoot an arrow through 12 axes. A beggar disguised as none other than my husband was able to carry out the task I set out to do. Unfortunately they turned on all the suitors while I was sleeping, I woke up and found that my husband was alive and well. We have gathered once again. I'm still struggling with how suitors treated me while my husband was away. Even though my loyalty was not questioned by the people of the Kingdom, the abuse I suffered at the hands of the suitors was tragic,” said Penelope