Today, I found myself in a situation where a woman who was familiar with my writings confronted me about my views on women. She asked why I only wrote about bad women and never about the good ones. When I asked her where I could find such a person, she pointed at herself with both thumbs and said, “Me.”
After a few questions, she told me that she had been married for six years and had two children, a 12-year-old boy and a 9-year-old girl. I concluded that she had been married before, so I immediately asked why she divorced her first husband. She told me that he never worked. However, after further questioning, I discovered that her first husband had actually worked two jobs, but in her eyes, he didn’t make enough money for her. She also admitted that she didn’t want to work because she believed it was a man’s job to provide.
I reminded her that in her second marriage, she was now working, the very thing she had avoided in her first marriage. She was visibly upset.
I then asked how she met her second husband. She told me they had just met and hit it off right away. I followed up by asking if she had actively looked for a replacement while still married to her first husband. She admitted that she had. I also asked if she had secured her second husband before leaving her first husband, and she confirmed that she had, as if there was nothing wrong with that.
Then I asked if she was currently looking for a replacement for her second husband. Shocked, she asked why I would ask such a question. I repeated it, and she responded by saying that she loved her current husband. I pointed out that it would have been easier to answer with a simple “yes” or “no” rather than evading the question twice. Because of that, I told her I would assume her answer was “yes.”
I then asked if she wanted her son to marry a woman and raise another man’s children. She emphatically replied, “No.” When I asked why, she said it was a terrible deal. So I asked how she felt about her second husband accepting the same terrible deal from her. Her face turned red.
Then I hit her with this: “Do you want your son’s future wife to declare that he’s not doing enough, find a new man, and have him take care of your future grandchildren so you can visit them in another man’s home?” Now she was visibly upset, but since she was at her place of business, she needed to maintain her composure. She told me that would never happen to her son because he’s a great kid.
I reminded her that young boys often seek out women like their mothers, so she had no real reason to worry.
Finally, I asked if she wanted her daughter to actively look for a replacement husband once she got married. At that, she got up and walked away.
I never judged her at all. All I did was ask questions. She got mad when I reflected back at her. She was angry at the reflection in the mirror I showed her.