There is only me in here

I should warn you immediately that this is going to be a sexist post.

Against women. And like saying n***** when you’re black, I can get away with it. Because I’m a woman. 

What a bunch of sappy, mushy, sentimental man-obsessed twits we can sometimes be. And this coming from someone who moved countries to be with her man. Oh the irony.

Hoes before bros?

A group of fine females are having a party – drink is flowing, conversation is bouncing, the dancing has begun. (Of course already there’s the requisite non-stop texting to partners from one or two).The decision is made to head into town. So off we go, in fine form. Suddenly, news is received that two of the boyfriends have already gone home from their own separate nights out… so we lose two ladies OUTSIDE the night club before even entering. Because their men have called. Now, of course they obviously prefer the company of their boyfriends which is okay. But the difference is that that would NEVER and I repeat, NEVER happen on a guys night out. It would be just that, GUYS night out, which finishes when it finishes and nobody goes home to their girlfriend prematurely.

Why do we make it more acceptable amongst females for one of us to bail on the rest to go home to her boy? Because in a group of men, it’s unacceptable behaviour. Nobody says “Oh Sarah is home alone and she’s asked me to bring her home a kebab so see you guys later!” AS IF! The incessant mocking of being a “pussy” wouldn’t be worth it. So why is it okay for a girl to do that? And let’s not start with the “I miss him” or “Oh it’s difficult when he’s gone,” when someone has a man away. Difficult how? Do you lose the ability to walk? Can you not wake up in the morning?

“You’re not his Mother!!!”

This leads me around to another heated debate going on in my head as of late. The French boy went to the USA for two weeks last May to visit a friend. Alone. And my God was there quiet uproar – from friends, family and random strangers on the street (no, I made that last one up). To give you a clearer picture of how beyond irritating it was here’s a gamut of common questions I had, with their succint answers.

Q: “Why aren’t you going with him?” A: “Because I have neither the money nor the available holidays to go and he wants to visit his friend alone, it’s not my friend. I think also he needs his time out from me like a normal human being etc. etc.”

Q: “Why doesn’t he pay for you, he makes enough money?” A: “Because it’s not his job to pay for my holidays?”  Thank you to this girl for setting back feminism by thirty years.

And an assortment of statements such as “He’s selfish/probably going to cheat on you every night for two weeks.” Helpful. (Of course the last one wasn’t outwardly said, but glaringly implied).

I got in such a tizzy that I probably googled “boyfriend going on holiday alone” about 50 times, where thankfully the responses were much more levelheaded. This one response was my favourite after a question from a girl on an Australian website asking if she was being crazy to be angry because her boyfriend wanted to go on holiday without her.

“God damn, really?  This is an issue for you?  Of course he didn’t ask.  You’re not his Mother!!!!  Sweetheart, cut the smothering or you’ll drive him away.  You’re both adults and having a week away is not a big deal.  Having a partner who thinks you can’t do things separately, is…”

It’s funny how people can get in your head and change your perception of a situation with their old-fashioned views of how a relationship should be. Because I had no problem with the situation before other people’s opinions started to get to me so much that I googled it!

The only reason a woman has to be stressed out at the thought of her boyfriend going away on holiday without her is that she can’t survey him constantly. This is surely where the origins of the expression “the old ball and chain” come from.

It all comes down to trust, insecurity and control. Not enough of the first one, too much of the second and an unhealthy desire for the third.

Needless to say, I was ridiculously busy for the two weeks as I planned to be, it went quite quickly and I was a happy bunny to have the flat to myself (it was always so clean and tidy)! He had a fantastic holiday, saw lots of new things while missing me terribly. Win-win situation for all.

As I write this he is in a European city for the weekend spending quality time with his best friend, and I presume not involved in a drug prositution ring and snorting cocaine off a hooker’s breast (he is French after all we can never be too sure).

Any questions, disagreements, or other points of view are always welcomed!

“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.” 
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre