What About Me? I’m One of the Good Ones

Today, a woman who knew my writings decided to confront me about my views on women. She asked why I only wrote about bad women and never about the good ones. I asked her where I could find one of these good women. She pointed at herself with both thumbs and said, “Me.”

I started asking questions. She told me she had been married for six years and had two children, a 12 year old boy and a 9 year old girl. I immediately realized she had been married before and asked why she divorced her first husband. She claimed he never worked. But after digging deeper, I found out that her first husband had actually worked two jobs. Her real complaint was that he did not make enough money for her liking. She also admitted she refused to work because she believed providing was a man’s job.

I pointed out that in her second marriage she was now working, the very thing she refused to do in her first marriage. She did not like hearing that.

I asked how she met her second husband. She said they met and hit it off right away. I pressed further, asking if she had been looking for a replacement while still married to her first husband. She admitted she had. I asked if she secured her second husband before leaving her first. She said yes, without the slightest hesitation, as if there was nothing wrong with it.

Then I asked if she was currently looking for a replacement for her second husband. She acted shocked and demanded to know why I would ask that. I repeated the question. She said she loved her current husband. I told her it would have been easier to answer “yes” or “no” rather than dodge the question twice. I told her I would take her non-answer as a “yes.”

I asked if she wanted her son to marry a woman and raise another man’s children. She said, “No,” without hesitation. When I asked why, she said it was a terrible deal. So I asked how she felt about her second husband accepting the exact same terrible deal from her. Her face went red.

Then I hit her harder: “Do you want your son’s future wife to declare that he’s not doing enough, find a new man, and have him raise your future grandchildren so you can visit them in another man’s home?” She tensed up but kept her composure because she was at her place of business. She insisted that would never happen because her son is a great kid.

I reminded her that boys often seek out women like their mothers, so she should not be too confident.

Finally, I asked if she wanted her daughter to actively look for a replacement husband once she got married. That is when she got up and walked away.

I never judged her. I never insulted her. I just asked questions. She got angry because I made her look in a mirror, and she did not like the reflection staring back at her.