I've received a 'lighthearted' message from a member who requests
I post a topic about females perhaps being complicated.
Perhaps?
Women
are complicated. And it's their own fault.
Ok, that might be unfair. Women are
born complicated, so there's really nothing they can do about it. I have proof they're born that way....
I had 2 sons. They were boys until they were about 28 or so. Then, they became men.
I had 1 daughter. She was a full-grown woman from the start.
Oh, sure, she played with dolls and her little toddler-sized kitchen and stuff; she played with toy cars and trucks, too, but not as much... What I'm saying is, of course she was a child, but she was a woman-child. As soon as she could talk, she
managed play.
Like, whenever she did play cars and trucks with her brothers - older brothers, btw - SHE decided how to build the roads, where they went, and why...because there was always a reason. You don't just make random roads willy-nilly, from her perspective. You had to have a network, and reasons. And the boys just went along with all that. I mean, who needs contention while you're playing with trucks on a pile of dirt? From a typical little boy's perspective, if it eats up play time, then no one. And it wasn't just cars and trucks, it was all the play, all the games, all the pretends.
Her: I'm the mommy and you're my baby. I'm the wife and you're my husband. You're a worker and I'm your boss. I get the red tokens!
My sons: Yep, okay.
She caught on to manipulation way before the boys did - I'm talking 2yrs-old - and she was a million times better at it.
Where the boys would simply ask for things even if they were 99% certain I would say No, she'd try to guilt me into forking it over or gaslight me into believing her whole freaking life would collapse if I didn't. She never, ever simply asked.
She argued with me over every little thing, and picked apart every sentence that came out of my mouth. And in the rare event when she couldn't find any fault with my logic, she'd correct my grammar.
She got jealous of the women I dated even before she met them...even if she NEVER met them. She'd question me about them. She'd question her
friends about them; "My dad's dating so-and-so; ever heard of her? What do you know about her?"
The only question my sons ever asked was "Are you going to marry her?" and only if the relationship was serious. And I totally got it....this woman could potentially become their step-mom. And their only concern was whether or not she'd be a nice step-mom. Maud's concern was how much time and attention and space this or that woman was taking away from Maud.
Only 1 of my kids ever sneaked out of the house at night. Maud. Only 1 dated boys she
knew I would disapprove of, and dated them
because I would disapprove. Maud.
But Maud also did the best in school, from kindergarten on. Always in the top 97%. The only one to ever get a straight-A report card. When she played sports, she won awards, when she joined the debate club, she crushed her opponents, when she ran for student office, she won the election.
But she drove me freaking crazy.