While I was having my morning puff, I couldn't help overhearing two ladies gossiping on the adjacent table in one of the nearby cafes. I captured a sentence that could boil the liquid in my veins so effortlessly.
"Really? The best thing that ever happened to you was a /man/? How disappointing."
I had to abrogate my exasperation but the inquiry itched at the back of my mind. So what is wrong with a man being the best thing to happen to someone? Lets reverse the sound momentarily. Wouldn't a sentence like 'she was the best thing that ever happened to me' be immensely romanticized coming from a man? Up till this day, I still say that my wife was the best thing that ever happened in my life. I'm indubitably certain if the very same toxic feminist heard me say it, I'd get a soothing 'aww' to my unsustainable adorableness, eh?
What is so demeaning about having a provider and a caretaker as the best thing in your life? A companion, someone to hold you, support you, be there for you and commit all his life's plans and dreams to fit you. What is so wrong to be needed? Why is a compassionate good morning and goodnight kiss such a crime? Men get to be fathers too and that's when they taste the bittersweet flavor of sacrifice. And it is to be done so willingly, certainly as lovingly.
Even if it was an amatory ephemeral night a guy engraved on your memory, as long as the sumptuous fold of your body was appreciated and you could moan the inexorable stress through the saccharine dance. Functioning differently doesn't mean the presence of repugnant abeyance. Equality doesn't have to be demeaning, the right man could be the best thing to happen in your life for what he can be and what he is capable of providing.
For we, get our hearts broken as well.
