Crazy.

I was recently informed I fit a type, crazy.

As you can imagine not only was I calm when informed of this, I welcomed the news with open arms.

Yea, ok, that, or a much needed, 'go fuck yourself.'

As this information was given to me, I stared back in awe.

Here I am.

Alone.

With No friends.

No partner.

Three kids.

Personally responsible for two households, and somehow your poor behavior, and my reaction to it, qualifies me as crazy, but not you as an asshole.

The double standard is a joke, and then some.

I am over men who disqualify their poor decisions and behavior by saying it was the fault of a woman.

A crazy unrealistic woman.

Better yet, a strong intelligent woman.

Hopefully we can raise a generation of men who cannot blame women for their reactions to shitty behavior, but who won't make poor decisions in the first place.

Xoxo,

C.