Maybe if you dig deep, veeeeerrrryy deep, you’ll find more than two kinds of men, but only these two interest me today; there’s the kind that go out looking for a woman to complete their jigsaw puzzle and want the last thing left on their checklist struck out. Then there are those who have come to understand how influential the woman they spend their life with is to what becomes of them. To them, a woman isn’t an accessory, she’s an amplifier through which the feeble tone of their ambition can be heard the world over.
The former don’t really matter to me, and I don’t envy the women who end up with them. Usually, a woman who becomes the Mrs. to a man who already has all his chips in his pocket has much less say in his affairs. Her response to his folly, infidelity or insensitivity is cautiously expressed through the fear of forsaking the luxury she’s doused with. If he disappoints, she will threaten to leave many times but is very unlikely to, the trappings are too sweet so she redefines the determiners of a great marriage to the point where him returning to sleep home eventually is good enough and what ultimately matters. Oh but I digress, I’m really pumped up about the latter group. Read More Made By A Woman.