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Then it hit me.
I threw my life away. For nothing, really.
There's a small, but distinct minority of family men (men, always men. Never nice little mommies) who at some point in their lives just up and leave. The classic going out to buy cigarettes line. Poof! Gone! Never to be heard of again. Or at least not for a decade or two, when it turns out they are merrily living elsewhere, without a care in the world. They always claim to have buckled under the pressure. Taking their responsibilities was a little too much to ask, so abandoning their wife and children without any notice was the next best thing. Everyone talks about them like they're the scum of the earth. The human equivalent of used cat litter. I guess they are.
Every now and then, you hear horror stories about people (men and a handful of women) who, apparently out of the blue, get into an ultra violent mode and slaughter off their entire family, without any warning sign. News papers and local tv stations get a hell of a kick out of it, probing for possible explanations. Every neighbour and former co-worker gets their 15 nanoseconds of fame to share the dirt. In some cases, stripped from accusations of drug abuse, marital problems, mental illness and childhood abuse traumas, "But he seemed like such a nice guy!" really is the only thing that can be left to say.
He just snapped and oh dear Lord, no one can figure out how it could result in such a tragedy. Why did we not see him for the monster he secretly was? WHYYY??!!! *audible sob*
...
Yeah, right.
I hate to think about it, but if I were a man, I'd probably be a rapist. Not the male version of a frustrated girl who's stuck. No control over my life, no options in sight.
Despite all my rage I'm still just a rat in cage
I threw my life away. For nothing, really.
There's a small, but distinct minority of family men (men, always men. Never nice little mommies) who at some point in their lives just up and leave. The classic going out to buy cigarettes line. Poof! Gone! Never to be heard of again. Or at least not for a decade or two, when it turns out they are merrily living elsewhere, without a care in the world. They always claim to have buckled under the pressure. Taking their responsibilities was a little too much to ask, so abandoning their wife and children without any notice was the next best thing. Everyone talks about them like they're the scum of the earth. The human equivalent of used cat litter. I guess they are.
Every now and then, you hear horror stories about people (men and a handful of women) who, apparently out of the blue, get into an ultra violent mode and slaughter off their entire family, without any warning sign. News papers and local tv stations get a hell of a kick out of it, probing for possible explanations. Every neighbour and former co-worker gets their 15 nanoseconds of fame to share the dirt. In some cases, stripped from accusations of drug abuse, marital problems, mental illness and childhood abuse traumas, "But he seemed like such a nice guy!" really is the only thing that can be left to say.
He just snapped and oh dear Lord, no one can figure out how it could result in such a tragedy. Why did we not see him for the monster he secretly was? WHYYY??!!! *audible sob*
...
Yeah, right.
I hate to think about it, but if I were a man, I'd probably be a rapist. Not the male version of a frustrated girl who's stuck. No control over my life, no options in sight.
Despite all my rage I'm still just a rat in cage