Losing the fight
I hate losing a fight that I should win. One where I know I’m right and so does the person I’m
fighting having a difference in opinion with. Especially when it comes to women. I detest feeling ‘less than’ because I’m a woman.
I remember as a kid fighting with my brother – he wouldn’t stop until he won. He just wouldn’t. There was no winning with him. None. He always got the last word in. I found it so frustrating. Till today I can feel the helplessly frustrated feeling I had then.
We were watching a TV program where a guy was arguing that women has one advantage over men. That they have the choice of going to college, getting a great job and then being dependent on someone else. I obviously don’t agree as a man could do that too and I find it offensive to say that a woman decides to be dependent on a man if she (and presumably THEY) decided that she will be a full-time mom.
This is what reminded me of our fights as kids though. THIS is a fight Michael would win even though he is wrong.
I kinda miss those fights with my brother. Especially now that my kids are so loud, neither of us get to win – THEY do lol