Scott- "Today?? There is no sympathy left.. I think they are only born with a certain amount of it, when they run out, they become as hard as Cast Iron. A man can withstand about ANYTHING if his woman is there for him.. It's when she starts rolling her eyes and shaking her head... AS she walks away and closes the door that makes the pain intolerable...
My friend... it's not that we run out of sympathy, we run out of estrogen against our will! We get tougher, more hard edged, less afraid, listen less about who's whining and why. Men slow down on the testosterone, making them more compassionate, less risk takers, they start loosing the fight, women start gaining it. We still love our men, we just want to do other things now.. other than sooth his id all the time. We did enough of that while rearing our children.
A story about a woman taking a blind risks in the later years:
Two years ago, two new neighbors moved into our court, different houses. All seemed cordial... for awhile. Our new neighbor next door, a woman in her 50's, has two grown sons, early 30's, who live local. The sons would come over and visit their mom and putz around in her garage, drink beer, and have the music too loud. These events with the sons weren't too bad, until one of them, the scrapper, had too much to drink, then he got loud and vulgar.
The new neighbors across the street, a couple in their 40's with a very young daughter, were friendly but stayed to themselves, but we did witness that the man in the family was a bully.
I was in the backyard, I heard a loud scuffling going on somewhere in the court. I go to the front of the house to investigate. I see the two younger men beating the bejeezus out of the older bully. Cussing galore, arms flailing, blood flying. Then the youngers slammed the olders face into the asphalt pinning him down, blood pooled.. everywhere.
SO!..... In my infinite post 14 year menopause fearless wisdom.. What did I do? I hollered at my son to call 911, then I marched right over there, right INTO the fight, and started yelling at them to stop hitting the older, that the cops were on the way, and was actually physically pushing them apart.
My son, 30 years old, the wise one out of all of us that day, was running towards me yelling at me to get back to the house, yelling that I was going to get hurt. He had been in the world long enough to know to stand back when a fight like that was taking place.
Then, the cops came around the corner... Thank You God! I don't know how I came out of that unscathed.... my mother would have called it Devine Guidance.... maybe, but fearless stupidity was probably the real source.
Hmm, Did I hijack this thread?... Scott Started It!
