This Woman Thing

Men, what can you do about it. In my case I found myself in the worst form of despair when he came along. Broke, unemployed, on a friend's couch being asked to find somewhere else, paralyzed by anxiety this man said he had a room I could crash in for a couple of weeks.

The room was a nice room, nice, with an on suite bathroom, with a queen size bed, the windows overlooking a beautiful back yard. The sheets were clean, the towels were clean. A real house, with a real kitchen and a real living room. Until he said to make myself useful and be the woman in the house.

First things first, in the morning get the coffee ready, get his paper, set his place and when he comes in for breakfast serve him a hot cup of coffee with his paper. And sit down with him, which meant be dressed, combed, looking chipper, ready to take on the day, you know, that's what women do.

Some many weeks later, I didn't move after two weeks, he suggested that I move into his bedroom, be more like a wife. There wasn't a no allowed. I lasted one minute in his bed before he deflowered me. Yes I was a 22 year old virgin. Then not anymore. After he had done his deed he held me down pretty much against my will and told me that nothing felt better than fucking his woman.

Yu don't fuck if you don't want kids. I was pregnant before I knew it. I got a pat on the ass for it. And more of the same. He suggested that walking around with my belly sticking out I should just tell people I was married, you know husband and wife. I refused and I told him and more, if I wasn't really married his son was going to be a bastard. He married me.

Men are never satisfied, have another one while you're at it, your married now so who cares if you're pregnant. I suppose I wanted a girl so I 'tried' again. All I can say is this woman thing is a lot more complicated. And the biggest complication is men. His coffee and paper, and a baby on my hip, and the older one sitting on his lap.