One man, a friend from childhood, told a story that seemed like a kind of slow emotional torture. Her wit was now more often than not turned on him, first as sarcastic jibes and then as outright abuse.When he met his future wife ten years ago, he was captivated by her beauty, but also by her wicked sense of humor and ability to intelligently cut others, mostly pop culture figures, down to size. She complained that he didn’t make enough money, and soon he felt like nothing he did was enough.
I’ve experienced those gut-twisting feelings, the ones the leave you with a constant sense of impending doom in the pit of your stomach causing you to question everything, including yourself. I mean, there is a lot at stake when you put your heart on the line and you can end up wasting months, or years, of your life on a man who never intended to keep you around for the long haul.
With regards to knowing if he’s really serious about having a relationship with you, what can we do to spare ourselves the time, energy, and heartbreak that goes into determining how a man feels?
More than once his wife called him in an incoherent rage about something he didn’t understand. Feminists have worked so hard over the last fifty years to turn men from ogres into enlightened companions that they feel any concession that women are also capable of abuse is a betrayal of the cause.
Strangest of all, she began to lie about certain things yet seemed convinced she was telling the truth. Because you can’t predict her responses, you become hyper vigilant to any change in her mood or potential outburst, which leaves you in a perpetual state of anxiety and possibly fear. There is a massive infrastructure in academia, politics, and pop culture that serves to support women who are abused by men.
You might know details about their life, but you don’t know who they are, their real and true self that exists beneath all the superficial fluff.