One of the reasons i get so angry at feminists and women who constantly bash their husband’s and men in general complaining about things that are often quite petty. Is that for a lot of men, including myself, marriage is not a cake walk but the hardest thing we as men have ever done.
Not only do we go to work everyday to earn the financial ability to keep a roof over our families head, clothes on their backs, food on the table and transportation with enough left over to enjoy some of life’s little luxuries.
All the while knowing that if my wife were to decide to dispose of me (like one of my sister in laws did to my brother Stephen) all she has to do is pickup her phone, dial 911 and tell the operator one single lie; and I will be removed from my home and lose every thing I’ve worked hard to achieve over the past 36 yrs of our marriage.
Not that my wife would do that to me. The simple fact that she could is like living with a gun pressed up against my head with her finger on the trigger.
In 2007 I nearly lost my wife to a brain aneurysm. It was located in a very difficult and challenging place to get to: Right behind the eye on the left side of her head.
After the surgery i stayed by my wife’s side as she gradually regained consciousness. Holding her hands which were tied down to prevent her from removing the breathing tube down her throat. She was on a ventilator which the nurses dared not remove until my wife regained the ability to breathe on her on.
I was exhausted and I just wanted to go to sleep but I stayed there by her side all night with eyes that grew all the heavier. Just so I could calm her down each time she awoke and began to struggle because she couldn’t move her hands. It wasn’t easy and I did it because I love my wife; and not because, as the feminists claim, so that I could exert my male privilege and power over my wife in order to oppress her.
1) My dad died from an STD infection (hepatitis C) passed on to him through unprotected sex by one of my former stepmothers…
2) My younger half brother from my mother’s second marriage committed suicide a year or so after being forced to give up his parental rights to his adoptive son and biological daughter from his first marriage. When his daughter told him to his face that she would have no problem with telling a judge that he had hit her when in reality my brother had never touched her.
The day he took the overdose that ended his life (while he and his second wife were separated) he received a phone call from one of his second wife’s coworkers informing him that his wife was having an affair with one of her male coworkers.
The female who called my brother called the spouses of each of her coworkers that day and told them the same lie. That day was Thanksgiving.
3) In March of 2016 my mother and I had to go to Tennessee to pick up my youngest brother of my original family from the nursing home where the VA had placed him.
After supporting his wife through breast cancer she sold the house she inherited from her father out from under him. After he went to the VA to seek treatment for his breathing problems. He was put on oxygen and given an electric scooter to ride – his only means of transportation to and from work and his doctor’s office.
The day she told my brother she had sold the house and that he had to find another place to live because he wasn’t welcome to go with her. My brother collapsed more than once from the stress, the following week his doctor placed him in the VA hospital under a suicide watch and a few months later the VA hospital transferred him to a nursing home that serves disabled veterans.
My now ex sister in law sold their home for 132,000.00 then bought another home in better condition than the one she inherited and a car with several thousand left over. My brother now homeless and forced to move in with our 77 year old mother never saw a penny.
This Is The Reality of the Equality Feminists Are Fighting For!