Help Her

There are two types of women:

Ones that exit cars in the middle of the highway and ones that don’t.

My mom was the former.

If my parents started a fight in the car, there was a good chance it would end with my mom demanding to be let out.

I would see her later that day, tired, sweaty, and mad as hell.

Even though walking home punished no one but herself, my mom did this because she wanted to show my dad that she didn’t need him.

You can say she was a proud woman.

Surprisingly, my parents divorced.

After that, because I depended on my mom for food, shelter and toilet, I had to take her shit when she felt like giving it.

By my late teen years I decided that it was best not to depend on a woman for anything, even your mother, so that you are free to walk away if you so choose.

After I set out on my own, I would meet women who loved overplaying their hand, whether I was having sex with them or not.

Because I didn’t depend on them for things necessary for survival, I had no problem cutting them loose.

I believe there is no reason to accept verbal abuse from any human being, especially women.

The reason women think they have more power over you than they actually do is because you never call them out on it.

These girls live a life where guys fold over like dominoes to their unreasonable demands and moody behavior.

They get away with it because they can, not because they deserve to.

They think you like them more than you do or think you need them more than you do.

But after one too many tantrums, after you cut off contact, they sit there by the phone, wondering why you don’t want them in your life anymore.

Girls are not very good at realizing their value is different with each human whom they deal with.

They don’t know their place with you until it’s too late.

They end up pushing the limit with the wrong person, thinking you will appease her like all the others.

I say call her bluff.

I say let her out of the car.

I say let her cry like a baby.

These girls need help to learn how to act.

They won’t understand it, but you’re giving them help.

Until next time.

Your man,

-Elijah “The Realist”