Lizard, I hear you loud and clear! And as one of those women who does NOT tend to “mother” the men I date (in some of the ways we’ve both mentioned), I tend to expect a grown man to be… well… a grown man.
And perhaps I was generalizing a bit, but I can’t help but wonder if shrew was right with her (tongue-in-cheek?) assessment of why men get married.
I mean, I’ve always considered myself a damn good girlfriend, by my own standards (in other words, I try to “Do Unto Others…”). I don’t yell, boss, cling, snoop, or “henpeck” (whatever the hell that means). Yet I find myself getting dumped by men who seem to wish I’d been different…
One of my exes told me that, since I was a grad student when we dated, he’d expected me to force him to attend scholarly lectures and such.
Honey.
He HATED school, and barely made it through college (flunked out of one, in fact, and finished at another). In addition, he was constantly picking up the books and articles I had strewn around my apartment (various school-related stuff) and making fun of how pretentious and pedantic it all was. In addition, I DID take him to a poetry reading, and he was so bored he spent the whole time playing with my hand and my ear (which made me want to slap him).
So WHY would I drag him along to lectures on Postmodern Literature (or some other such thing) when, hell, even I get bored with that shit after awhile?
“Well,” he said, “I might not have WANTED to go, but if you’d forced me to go, I would have, and it would have been good for me.”
“I mean,” he continued, “your partner is supposed to make you GROW.”
:rolleyes: Hmph! Last time I checked, he was–ahem–“growing” plenty because of me…
ANOTHER one of my exes actually lied to all of his friends and had them all convinced that I was branding him on the ass with a hot iron every time he stayed out too late. This I found out because his friends frequently apologized to ME for “keeping him out so late”… finally I asked one of them WHY he kept apologizing… he told me that once it got past 1 am, my boyfriend’s backseat mantra became, “Auntie Em’s going to kill me…” and he’d repeat it until they finally took his ass home. Then the next time he saw them, he’d make up a story about how pissed I’d been.
Wha…? Sure, perhaps if he’d stayed out ALL night (and I was expecting him home), I would have been worried, but if he was next to me (alive and uninjured) by the time I woke up in the morning (which he always was), Honey, I was a happy little clam.
Nonetheless, I can’t help but wonder if he (and others) somehow got the impression that I didn’t care about them because I failed to be “bossier”.
Now, this may be something akin to brainychick’s thread about being “too smart” (some posters there have posited that the problem lies elsewhere, and this could be the case with me as well). But sometimes I look at the way my (female) friends treat their SOs and I think “Holy Cow… is THAT what makes them stick around, treating them like 8-year-olds???”
If so, I’m not sure I can swing it.