I recently had a conversation with my therapist about the reasons I would not be able to move out of Philadelphia. Yes, I see a therapist; she’s more like a woman I pay to have girl talk with that gives me healthier advice than my girlfriends. Anyhow, I told her I would not be able to move to New York ultimately because I don’t know any men there. Yes, my best friend lives there, as well as my Aunt but what about men? Who would help me if my car broke down? What if I needed something big moved? How would I move it? Lets not forget about the jar of marinara sauce! I’d never be able to eat spaghetti again!!
Men! I need them…to do things for me that I am not strong enough to do or lift the things that are too heavy, or open the things that I cannot.
My beautiful, young, single, therapist responded with, “How about you learn to do it yourself”.
Why hadn’t I ever thought of that? I was raised by a single mom who did everything for her self and for me too. Don’t get me wrong, she had help sometimes but I never saw her fall to pieces because a man wasn’t around. If I learned to do all of these things by myself would I even need a man?
I’ve never been the type of woman who screamed “F**K MEN, I DONT NEED NO MAN!” No! I need a man and I want a man. I love men. I need a man to rub my feet after a long day. I need a man to coddle me when I am feeling overwhelmed. I need a man to make love to me when I am in need of release. I need a man for affection. I need a man for love, romantic love. But I don’t need a man to move.
Putting my life and aspirations on hold, to wait for a man to help me with them won’t get the job done. In spite of being a single woman and a single mother, I have goals and no man is going to come down like superman to save the day. That’s what God is for, and a man is certainly not God.
So yes, in my opinion, coming from a heterosexual standpoint of course, men are needed. I love men, and I pray to God that one day he finds me, and it’ll just be magical.
My father told me that Marriage should be your piece of heaven here on Earth. I NEED my piece of heaven.
But until that day comes, I’ll just keep putting that jar of marinara under hot water because my son and I love spaghetti and somebody’s gotta open the jar.
Share your opinion. Do you think women NEED men?