Relationship Advice – My Misogyny

Nothing burns so hot as a new love affair.

Well, almost nothing. If you find out you have been deceived and betrayed on a massive scale, a different fire burns, and it is one which is difficult to extinguish. You anger is like a gasoline fire in the sand; just when you think it is out, it flares up once again.

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This is my story of the devastation that occurs when you have been deceived, and how this writer works through his pain.

Everyone has witnessed sexism or outright misogyny at some point in their lives. What we all must remember and understand is each of us will have emotional challenges at some point brought about by our personal lives. Most of us try very hard to appear as though all is well when we show up for work or a social event when going through personal problems. However, it is possible for each of us to allow bitterness or resentment to unconsciously affect how we are perceived by others. Sometimes we hate. It’s as simple as that. The important point to question is whether the misogyny being displayed is a temporary condition or has it become a part of who we are.

It’s incredible how quickly love and caring can turn to vile hatred.

Men are most often labeled as misogynists, but this is neither fair nor equitable. While men are historically far more practised in the art of misogyny, courtesy of our five-thousand year old patriarchy, women are also completely capable of similar behavior; granted, with a little less testosterone fueling their hatred of women. Further, women are capable of atrocious acts against their own sex when they feel threatened by, or are in competition with, another woman. I am certain there are deniers and rationalists who would say there is a difference between hating one woman or a few women and hating all women.

To me, hate is hate.

My personal philosophy differs from most. I do not believe in the cut and dried─black and white─good and evil─right and left we are endlessly being sold on by the division propagating media. Instead, I tend to explore the gray area between black and white because it is there where change can be accomplished. My view of our messed up world is akin to a pie divided into three equal portions: 33.3% good, 33.3% bad, with the final 33.3% in flux; capable of going either way on any given day. When our world has a dark period, it is because too much of the gray area has shifted to one side. Nature teaches us about her delicate balance and we can apply this to human behavior as well. We must maintain our emotional balance or hate will consume us.

Just before the holidays, I managed to unravel a web of lies, deceit, and betrayal my now ex significant other had been attempting to hide. I could feel something was amiss as her behavior toward me had changed, as did her attitude toward important career matters. She was no longer interested in or putting any effort into either. When I pressed for an explanation in the early going, she blamed it on being so busy with work. A part of me knew better, after all, this was far from my first rodeo. When she was finally cornered just before Christmas, the truth came out. While I was at home tending to her forgotten small business and worrying about her because of an alleged family crisis on her side, she was travelling with another man.

Needless to say, I was outraged.

No one who professes their undying love for you should ever do this, but sadly, this type of behavior happens all the time. There are those in our society who rationalize such abhorrent actions with sayings like: “The heart wants what the heart wants.” or “We are only human.” but I do not buy into this.

These words are sociopathic rationalizations, written by sociopaths for sociopaths, in my “authoritative” opinion.

Civilized people say goodbye to an old love before beginning a new one and they do not cheat. After some very heated and hurtful words were fired in her direction, I terminated the relationship with extreme prejudice. I was devastated, bitter, and angry as I began rewinding the tape in my mind of our entire relationship. Doubts crept in. What else might she have lied about? Could I believe anything she had ever said to me?

I uncorked a bottle of very special scotch whiskey and began to wash away the pain. I remember thinking: I am an authority on relationships, and I will be damned if she is going to ruin my holiday season. A few drinks later, I remembered a word string I had committed to memory decades ago: That f—ing good for nothing two-bit bimbo, slut, pig, dog, whore, bitch, c–t. It takes a “special” kind of woman to create this kind of emotional damage in a man. It also takes a “special” group of women to make the damage permanent. My conclusion?

I am the short bus for these “special” women.

I was definitely getting in touch with my deep-seeded misogyny. What I found most astonishing was how the decades I have spent researching and writing about women in order to become a better more aware man who works to elevate women, vanished in that moment.

It was as though I had a system crash and I returned to a default program setting.

How many heartbreaks does a person need to suffer to create a word string like this? How many heartbreaks must they endure to keep it in their memory for decades? My life is literally an open book; chalk full of poor choices. You would think I, of all people, would not sink to this level . . . but I did.

The holidays became about getting through and getting past what had transpired. I went into full survival mode. I consumed alcohol as required to wash away any thoughts of her, even though I know it is a depressant. I thought to myself: I can drink every day if I offset the effects of the alcohol with an anti-depressant like dark chocolate. We all have our rationalizations.

It only took about two weeks for the anger, rage, retribution, lunacy phase to pass, and to begin the healing phase. I kept my mind and body busy. It helped to think about how the two of them will inevitably obliviously continue their patterns of behavior, and how much pain they will create for each other.

When a man wants to see the world, he signs to work aboard a ship.

When an attractive damsel in distress wants to see the world, she will see it as a first class passenger through the portholes in the captain’s quarters. Oops, my bad. I guess all the misogyny has not been purged yet, but I will continue to work on it.

Misogyny is a version of directed hate which exists in some form in all of us. It is just a branch on the hate tree like racism is. Sexism is only the next branch over. My hatred of women comes and goes depending on whether or not I have been hurt by one recently. I love women most of the time, but I can also hate women occasionally. Sometimes I can be ambivalent where womankind is concerned.

The important thing is to be conscious of what we are feeling.

Get to know your darker deep-seeded nature. Expose it to light so it will wither and die instead of allowing it to go unchecked only to become a permanent part of who you are. Speaking of death, did I mention I hope they are hit by a beer truck? Yeah, I know, I still have a few unresolved issues.

FYI: This article saw massive editing six weeks after the split. I removed all their dirty little secrets from the original piece so I guess I have reached the point of closure. The whole story she fed me might have been lies anyhow. She is like that. Lastly, I almost forgot to comment on what a big a fan I am of rebounding. It’s SO GOOD for quickly getting over a Ms. Creant.

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