Women today are not trying to build families.
A modern woman has no interest in a traditional family structure, because that structure places her inside a shared hierarchy rather than above it. She wants control, and a life built on continuity feels restrictive to her. She does not want a permanent bond with one man. She does not want a life that moves forward in a straight line.
Family is not a feeling or a phase. Family is a long chain of responsibility, where a man and a woman commit, become husband and wife, become father and mother, and eventually become grandparents who remain present to help raise their grandchildren. They stand watch. They help. They guide. They protect. They help raise children who are stronger, more disciplined, and more capable than they were. That continuity is the point. That permanence is the burden. That is what she rejects.
She makes sure the father of her children is never fully present in their lives. Sometimes it happens through infidelity. Sometimes it happens through divorce. The method does not matter. The result does. She wants to be the ultimate authority. She would rather cycle through stepfathers than keep a real father in place, because a stepfather can be managed in ways a biological father cannot.
Modern women chase endless dates and endless men. Pursuit must be constant. Men must be replaceable. Each man exists to fund meals, entertainment, experiences, and ego reinforcement. When one man runs out of money, patience, or usefulness, he is discarded without reflection. Then comes the next. Then the next. Then the next.
Nothing is being built. Nothing is being secured. There is no future, only transactions. Lunch replaces legacy. Excitement replaces stability. The highest bidder wins the moment and loses tomorrow.
Families collapse under this mindset, because families require restraint, loyalty, and endurance. Fathers become optional. Mothers become gatekeepers of access, deciding who stays, who goes, and when the door slams shut. Fathers are removed as if they are defective parts. Replacements are installed, often pulled from other broken homes. The cycle continues, because destruction sustains itself.
Meanwhile, the husband and father she expelled pairs with another woman who expelled her husband. Two fractured households collide and call it a fresh start. Children are shuffled like baggage between addresses. Stepfathers, stepmothers, and divided loyalties replace permanence. No roots form, because roots require stillness, and stillness terrifies people addicted to choice.
This is not family building. This is musical chairs with human lives. It is short term gratification disguised as empowerment. The results are visible everywhere. Fewer intact families. More resentment. More instability. A generation raised without anchors, asking why nothing feels solid, why nothing lasts, and why trust feels impossible.
And at the end of it all, a woman will separate a father from his children without hesitation. She will justify it, rationalize it, and call it necessary. But ask her if she would ever want that done to her own son, and the answer is immediate and absolute, “No.” That contradiction exposes everything.
She can excuse the damage when she is the one inflicting it, hiding behind feelings, narratives, and self interest, but the moment the scenario touches her son, the illusion collapses. Suddenly she understands permanence, suddenly she understands loss, suddenly she understands injustice, and suddenly she knows a father is not disposable and children are not collateral. What she will never admit is this, the pain she refuses for her son is the exact pain she is willing to inflict on another man, and the standard only changes when the consequences become personal.
That is not morality.That is selective empathy.
