So this particular post is going to get a bit into some men’s rights and treatment of men.
Last weekend (not this past one, the one before that) after coming back from Texas I spent the night with my boyfriend. Watched Supernatural (which he addicted to thanks to yours truly) cuddling, drank and went to bed. Going to bed never goes right into sleeping. We cuddled for awhile and he started talking, and then started crying. Mind you he was pretty drunk.
But he was crying because he felt like he didn’t deserve me. Crying because he didn’t have a job, or a car, and lived in his grandmother’s basement, and I was too good for him.
Made me really sad that he didn’t see himself for what he is. It also made me sad because in reality, a shallower woman would brush him off completely for those reasons alone.
But I know him. It’s not exactly a situation the he wants to be in. He is trying to get a job, and get a car, and that’s what matters to me. I try to tell him how amazing he is, and how lucky I am to have him.
It’s really just sad that it hit him like that. Batman (what I call my boyfriend) is actually more of a masculine type guy (think Thor type, he even has a red beard) so the fact that it hit him that hard really is just sad, of course didn’t help he had drank quite a bit of whiskey.
I just continued to cuddle with him and wiped his tears away. He calmed down, we cuddled more, and then had a bit of fun.
Now, fast forward to yesterday. I spent Saturday night with him after my best friend’s house warming party, which was fun.
Sidenote: My best friend’s roommate is a transgendered woman and how accepting Batman is and how easily he deals with it is amazing.
Woke up in a very wonderful way yesterday morning. We hung out in bed for awhile just to be attacked by his Australian Shepherd and two cats. It was fun. Got up, went out to eat, then went back to talk for a bit.
Now, Batman and I are two pretty quiet people. Not sure how that works out, but it does. I do on occasion get into very talkative mood. What brought it on? We started talking about religion. Not sure how it started. Batman (to my surprise, I always thought he was Atheist) is a bit of an Animist, but he was interested in some of the Norse stories. I told him a few, didn’t have enough time to get into even half of the lore based stories. The ones I got into though, he enjoyed.
Anyway, that got me in a talkative mood, and as you guys know I have a tendency to jump around on subjects.
We ended up talking about the time his friend got in trouble by the law. He hit the woman he was with because she was coming at him with a knife.
I will go on record saying the whole “there is never a reason to hit a woman, ever” is bullshit. Men have the right to defend themselves, doesn’t matter the gender of the attacker. I have seen some very violent and psycho women that really do need to get knocked on their ass.
How do those stories tie together you might ask.
Emotional and physical abuse, men can be the victims of both at the hands of women and it isn’t something that is talked about enough.
In the physical abuse, men tend to feel trapped because they get told they can’t fight because the fact she is a woman. In emotional abuse, they tend to get caught in the same loop women who endure emotional abuse go through. They believe they deserve it, or the abuser tricks them into thinking no one else will ever love them.
It is being talked more than before (that’s compared to not at all) but not enough for real progress to be made.