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Why feminists hate men

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Title	Why feminists hate men
Author	[deleted]
Upvotes	0
Comments	5
Date	March 15, 2016 9:44 PM UTC (10 years ago)
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there is no delicate way to deal with this. i actually had a similar conversation with my mother a week ago.

i don't know if my relationship with my mother will ever be the same as a result. i wound up having to tell her that i resented her as an adult because she was so selfish and weak in my childhood. she got furious with me for telling her this, and i had to detail exactly WHY i blamed her.

My Stepfather was an abuser on every single level possible, and i mean every level possible. my mother only knew about the physical and mental abuse, and i keep it that way still to this day. I blame her because she was too selfish and weak to take her kid away from an abusive stepfather that regularly beat her, and when beating her got boring, beat on me until i couldn't go to school for months at a time. i had to miss over four months of school in the sixth grade from broken bones, and got held back as a result.

i blamed her for being so selfish and weak that she couldn't walk away. it wasn't until i turned 16 and nearly ruined my life forever that i realized she wasn't going to stop it her self, and the only one who could stop it was me. i hospitalized my father after he started beating me one night, and the only reason I'm not a felon serving a life sentence in jail for my mothers weakness right now is because my sister stopped me from killing him that day. if she hadn't i would have continued through my broken hands, and my bleeding face, and i would have kept beating him even after he had stopped moving until i knew he was gone; if she hadn't come into my room the exact second he went out cold, my entire life would be different - and for that, my sister is the most important person to me in my life. that was the first time in my life i have ever felt rage so potent that nothing else mattered to me.

After that i left home, all the while still blaming myself, blaming my dad, and blaming anyone but my mother. two years after this my mother does the unthinkable, and leaves him. it finally hit me that the only one to blame for my suffering for the fourteen years of my life that i had to live with him, was not him, was not god playing some cruel joke, it wasn't even anyone i'd ever think to blame; it was my mother.

There was no police taking him away, there was no him getting killed, there was no her fleeing in the middle of the night. nothing. it was as simple as her telling him it was over and leaving. packing her shit, packing my sisters shit and leaving. just like that my nightmare as a child could have been over, but because she was too weak to do it, and too selfish and proud to ask her mother for help that i had to suffer. it finally dawned on me that day that she was the reason i had to cry myself to sleep most nights, why i wanted to kill myself every day. She was the reason why i had to cut so many parts of myself that i loved away in order to survive.

She had always offered excuses to me as she wiped the blood from my face, or took me to the doctor to get my broken bones to get fixed, and told me it wasn't my fault that he was beating me, that she would leave if she could support us on her own, that she was sorry. And i believed every single word of it from her. i swallowed it up and felt pity for my mother- because that's what the world told me i should do. i believed this because of constant propaganda and brainwashing that women are these helpless creatures that men just beat on and there's nothing they can do to stop it, and they shouldn't ever be blamed for it. It turns out that the one person in the world that should have given anything to protect me from that, had the power to stop it all along.

it was then that i realized that i resented my mother and i didn't know how to handle that. sure i hate my father to this day, but i can see now that he was just a cesspool of hate and anger that was never going to be anything but, and the only one to blame for it was my mother. she had the power to make it stop but never did. it wasn't until i was gone from her life, and he turned his frustrations and beatings to my sister that things changed for her. i realized that my mother was OK with him beating me, because all of a sudden, when the beatings fell on my sister (which i regret to this day for not being there to stop. i didn't know until it was all over) she decided to end it. and i never understood why she could be so complacent with him abusing me- her first born son who would have taken on the world for her.

flash forward 12 years later to the present day, i'm 28 now, and just finally starting to pull off all of the emotional callouses that i built up over the years from cutting so many parts of myself away.last week i went home to NJ to talk to my mother about my issues, because i've felt like i've just been falling through life ever since, and how lost i was. opening these old wounds again hurts like hell at first, but it feels better now that i've done it.

After i told her all of these things, she cried, she got angry, and we fought for hours about it. i told her i loved her still, and i don't know how shes going to handle it. i feel bad for what i did, but at the same time i feel a relief like I've never felt before in my life- you could call it elation at finally having that burden gone. i love my mother more than life its self, but any resentment i felt towards her, and any sadness she feels as a result of me unburdening that resentment, i can now recognize as being her fault and not my own any more- almost a reap what you sow situation.

i hope this helps shine some perspective on your situation for you.