Recently, I had the imprudence to throw a question into the Internet. I asked divorced women why their marriages actually broke up. The answers were so numerous that it would be enough for several dissertations, Ukr.Media reports.
I was sitting, reading these comments, and at some point I had an unbearable desire to dramatically jump out the window from understanding what impenetrable darkness we sometimes live in. The only thing that saved me was the fact that I live in a one-story house. Falling out the window from a height of a meter straight into a hydrangea bush is a so-so idea. You'll only get your knees dirty.
Interestingly, none of the commenters said: “I failed everything. I had an absolutely golden man, but because of my own stupidity, I ate his brains out with a teaspoon until he packed up his things and found himself a calm woman with whom he is still happy.” No, there were no such confessions.
Each of us is a victim of circumstances in our own memoirs, that's understandable. But even if you divide all the horrors we've read into two, three, or ten, there remains a dry residue that makes us uncomfortable.
Reading these women's candid confessions, I caught myself thinking that some part of the male population is generally stuck in evolutionary development somewhere between a Neanderthal and a stool.
I honestly thought that kitchen boxers were left in the social dramas of the nineties. In my world, men somehow don't beat their wives. But the number of stories about broken noses, stitches, and bruises is simply going off the charts. Guys, seriously? If your fists are itching and your adrenaline is pumping, sign up for boxing. Go to any gym, find a gloomy guy with dumpling ears, and offer him a sparring match. He will gladly and absolutely free of charge reformat your facial geometry. You will get your honest male experience. But honing a right hook on a person who weighs half a hundredweight and cannot fight back is not just a disgrace. It is some kind of pathetic.
Let's say things are bad for you. Did your wife cheat on you? Or did she just piss you off so much that it's hard to breathe in the same room? Well, sometimes, life is complicated. But we have a speech apparatus and a doorknob invented for such cases. We talked, divided the property, and parted ways like adults. Why turn your home into a crime novel branch?
A separate genre is chronic couch fatigue. I myself like to be lazy, and I believe that the right to a quiet evening without unnecessary fuss is sacred. But when the refrigerator is empty in the house, and the head of the family dissolves in alcohol or disappears for weeks fishing, delegating all the problems to his wife, it's no longer about laziness. It's about some kind of parasitism. If you created a family, then at least sometimes simulate your presence in her life, or something.
What surprises me the most is where it all comes from. I have acquaintances with, to put it mildly, turbulent pasts. People who saw the sky in a square not on TV. It would seem that this is where the breakdown of consciousness should be. But no – now these are the quietest, most adequate fathers of families. They work, take their children to clubs, value their wives and just try to live normally, because they have already exhausted their quota of nonsense. I also learned my life lessons with a face smashed on the asphalt in my youth, and it teaches me very well to appreciate life. And here they grow up in seemingly normal conditions, watch good cartoons, drink lattes, and in everyday life they behave like Pechenegs after a raid.
For a long time I lived under the illusion that we had somehow grown up en masse. That all these marginal passions were a thing of the past. But it seems that there are still a bunch of characters wandering around us, because of whom all normal men are then forced to listen to the stereotypical “you're all the same.”
Honestly, I don't even want to call anyone out on anything. It doesn't work. It's just a little sad that we're here discussing new books and the search for inner balance, while somewhere nearby people are still living by the rules of the cave age. Let's just try to be a little more human. It takes a lot less effort than it seems.
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