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Thursday. This day was named in honor of Thor, the God of Thunder. Even in Latin languages the name comes from the God of Thunder, which for the Romans was Jupiter (Jueves, Giovedì, Jeudi). If you ever saw a picture of the God of Thunder, for sure you noticed that he was a bit angry (or furious). And that’s how I feel today.
Emotional crap is paralyzing me. I feel stuck and it seems that I can’t catch up, let along moving on.

But before going further with my fury, I want to thank Katarina from cath22may.wordpress.com for nominating me for the award “Very Inspiring Blogger”. THANK YOU!!
I’m completely flattered. I accept this nomination and as you already know, I’ll break the rules. Because a prize shouldn’t have a price.

Venting now.
A couple of days ago, I happened to read a message that someone wrote. It was a comment about what men really want. I’m not pasting the entire message because it’s RUDE and GROSS. But most of all, it broke my heart. I will instead write a part of it (and I’ll use the tablet that the man brought here by mistake and I’m not giving back because I love it).

After reading that, dozens of thoughts crossed my mind. Is it true that men think that way? Do they all see us like a piece of meat? Are women after having children really that unwanted? I have 5 kids, the only tight thing I have is the budget.

Where is the love? Where are the important things in life? Where are the good men?

Now imagine that the person who tells you that it’s someone you care about.
I know that some assholes say those things. The man once told me: “Do you think that somebody will want you with 5 kids?”. He destroyed me but I didn’t give him the pleasure of showing him any emotion. I just said that someone who LOVES me, will want me. Of course, after hearing that, I spent hours crying silently.
Because maybe there is a truth behind those words. And I’m really sorry if men think that way about me, that I’m not “tight” enough. They are missing for sure the best part of me, and trust me, that part is pretty LOOSE.

Comments like that HURT. Maybe if I were 19 and tight I wouldn’t be so emotional about it. But I’m 42, with 5 kids… And I delivered them naturally. So if you have that information about me, and come to me, and say a comment like that, don’t expect me to smile or be your friend. And if you see me breaking after you said those words and I ask: “How could you say something like that knowing what you know?” and then you add: “But you still got great tits”… How the hell should I feel about it?

What a good picture to illustrate this post!

~ by DotedOn on November 20, 2014.