Why I Hate Being A Woman

Did I shave my legs for this? Really?!?! As women we're supposed to be strong, yet dependant. If you're too independent men don't like that. Men need to feel needed or they feel like they aren't in a relationship. But if we're too needy oh watch out, because no one slams a door closed faster than a man fearing for his bachelor years. The sad truth is that things that make a strong woman needy can't be Pre-empted or prophesized. It's those life shattering, changing, events that make us want to rely on the strength of someone else. Marilyn Monroe said it best that at times I'm a little crazy, and a little out of control but if you can't handle me at my worst why would you deserve me at my best? So what do you do when you rely on that special someone in that time of weakness and they continuously remind you of that weakness to the point that they claim you are selfish for them always coming to your rescue. It's not fair, it's not right, but this wound is taking longer to heal than I anticipated. When you truly believe that someone is your soulmate heart and soul what do you do when they rip the Heart from your chest and spit on it? Forgive? Forget? I can't do either yet. The one thing that gives me any kind of pleasure is knowing that what he said to me was so wrong that one day he's going to look back and realize just how badly he wronged someone that loved him with all of their heart. What's wrong is that I have to live with this devastation, what if I never ever feel that way about someone ever again? What if that was my one chance to feel that sparkle, that tingle, that magic? I know before "him" that it never existed, what if it doesn't after? What if because of his blow up I spend the rest of my life searching endlessly for that kiss, that smell, that happiness I had only with him. He's still caught up in his anger, probably just sitting waiting for the opportunity to destroy me once again, while I wait for the opportunity to let him do it, just to know for even a second he was thinking about me. I hate being a woman... Because men don't suffer like this. They cheat, they lie, they destroy women in their path and laugh about it, turn it into a joke with their friends. While women muster up the strength to try once again to find romantic fullfilment until the next man decides they're some sort of emotional wreck with baggage. Being a single mother as well; that brings on a whole other list of social faux pauxs. Just because some other man treated us badly we obviously don't deserve to be loved, nor appreciated for the sacrifice we've made. We apprently are all destined to single-motherdom for eternity because we're bipolar and selfish. The sacrifices that we make to support our children always go unnoticed and unnappreciated. It's bull shit. This is why I hate being a woman because it's a biased world geared toward male satisfaction where no matter what women do or suffer through they will never be loved or appreciated the way they deserve because that's just not the way this world works. Until the next episode...

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