Cripes. can you imagine the poor fellows married to these shrews?
My last girlfriend (and I tried to date her twice) I would never let her me refer to her as my ‘girl’ in the relationship. Oh, and she was one of these overeducated white girls that was into the whole social justice BS thing. She did however have a great ass!
Needless to say that psychopath feminist is history.
Cripes. can you imagine the poor fellows married to these shrews?
They really do look stupid. And yeah, you would not want to be married to one of them unless you are a homosexual doing it for show.
“can you imagine the poor fellows married to these shrews?”
Which sane man would even think of that horrible act?
No, someone would have to go. My situation is nearly as bad though. I”m married to one so damn dependent she never lets me rest. I’m tired of being a meal ticket, busting my butt to make someone happy and no sooner do I finish one thing than something else is wrong or she and the other people I’m around want something else from me.
I’m coming to my end and the only way out is to leave.
I know a few marriages like this. The thing is, the men are on-board with the feminism and "appearance of absolute equality" thing.
And my experience has taught me ALL of these marriages fail and end in bitterness. There is no sense of the complimentality of differences, but instead two independent actors coming together for a transaction. They often separate everything - from cars to bank accounts to friends to holidays. Eventually something comes along where real love and support are needed, and these marriages always crumble.
I waited on my (soon to be ex) wife hand and foot. If she looked thirsty, I’d get up to get me water, and then ask if she wanted me to get her a coke, or coffee, etc.
I did most of the cleaning (vacuuming, laundry) for the 5 of us (3 kids). I changed more diapers on the three kids than she did. I got up in the middle of the night more often than she did (she slept like the dead). Finally, apparently I talk down to her, and demean her, so she cut off all physical, and emotional contact. We became roommates. I crawled into a bottle where I wasn’t rejected, and worked many hours extra, where I was appreciated. Finally, I moved out about a year ago, and my kids blame me. I wish I hadn’t moved out now, and pray that in time it will be seen as both of us failed each other, because that’s what happened; both of us have blame. However, I love the kids, and will never talk bad about their mother in front of them. Man, if time travel were possible, there are things I’d change.