There is no reason to cry about it. Geez. No I am not kidding. I get pissed when I see men accepting the victim role.
Fine. Realize you let a woman smack you around. Grab your nuts and make a commitment that you won't let that happen again.
Many men do not accept the victim role. They commit suicide instead. Others fall into severe depression.
Dismissing the realities as simply 'victim role' is sneering at pain. The pain is not simply the abuse that they have stoically - sometimes unwittingly - put up with for much of their married lives, but at the
betrayal. Men in general place high value on loyalty, be it to themselves, unusual, or to some higher cause or principle. Most men just go about their selfless business of supporting, providing for, sacrificing for, abasing themselves in the workplace for, nurturing, their wives and families and are
stunned when the accusations fly and the trusted partner shows the face of a
traitor. The shell-shock one sees in men's eyes as they file into the Family Court is frightening to see and elicits my profound sympathy - yes, and empathy. Then they face the hordes of rent-taking parasites who strip them in their pain like brigands after a battle strip the dying of their boots. The chief brigand is usually the man's trusted partner.
It can break a man's
spirit. These men ARE victims. It is not a badge of honour as worn by many women but a reality. It is the lack of adequate recognition of the victimisation by virtually everyone and the systematic denial of the pain experienced by men - and the pseudo-macho rejection of the reality of being a victim by many other men - that has added immesurably and wickedly to men's problems.
I cry.
I am a human being.
