Hyde's Bride, Male Bonding, Society

Hissing Spit

“What Good is a man for then – anyway?

If a woman is supposed to fill every role – and is yet still discarded as inadequate…

If she must rise to every occasion on her own to defend of her self, her children, and battle injustices to hold ground in society…

How then can a man expect that she can make any room for him?

Is today’s modern man good for anything beyond briefly yielding genetic seed?”

Hyde's Bride, Male Bonding, Society

In Times Of Need

“You ask for help…

You find that help is limited – and often with attached conditions that you cannot afford…

Ultimately, you find that everything is still up to you to try to control…

But resistance is futile…

And pieces just reassemble to counteract the good that you promote and would see in the world…

So you continue to find ways to outsmart the patterns…

But you know that it’s all still a wasteful game – bleeding time, effort, and energy…

It becomes irrefutable that you are on your own…

Because who you want isn’t calling on the phone…

And he certainly isn’t bringing the calvary.”

A Woman's Plight, Hyde's Bride

“I Left My Heart In California”

When the man one day returned, there was only one part of intimacy that he wanted from her.

And he was always “too tired” to reciprocate.

“Affection” is affection, right?

But hollow love makes a hollow soul.

Especially after all of the damage that he had caused when he had left her.

Entitled.

Glorified.

Inhumane.

And then, he prioritized every whim of an abussive narcisist who poisoned anything good and functional.

And he would not break off contact with the prior home wrecker.

And he expected that the woman should defer to him under these circumstances.

And she wasn’t his responsibility – clearly, she was short-sighted.

In fact, she was “too needy” and should “get a grip on reality.”

Then he pursued another female who he claimed was a better match for him.

But he still wanted and needed “access.”

Everything that the woman had ever held sacred was flayed as she was tormented.

Her only way to escape was to self-eviscerate.

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(Title of a past classic bumper sticker)

Hyde's Bride

Faded Anniversary

She couldn’t even remember the day’s numeric, anymore.

Only that it had seemed to be chosen because it was close to Valentine’s Day and her birthday.

A tidy bundle of dates clustered together in a nice, neat package that he could easily ignore and get away with as a repeated blip in his memory’s system.

Oops, so sorry about that…

But once passed, there’s no going back, right?

So the rest of the year, he’d be ‘home free’ to continue his tireless rejection of her.

Hyde's Bride, Society

Plight Of Accommodators

We are teased with the promise of love, drawn out from our shells by its hope to wonder if perhaps safe this time to claim – but then are threatened inadvertently or on purpose by unsteady ground warning of its losses, which shifts us into compensation to fill gaps that continue ever widening.

One might say to just stop and let the vision crumble around them to save their own selves.

But isn’t this what everyone else is doing?

Isn’t lack of commitments’ investment and followthrough exactly why society is often on the verge of capsizing?

Hyde's Bride

Reversion Therapy

She thought about how when she was a child, her mother’s Great Danes used to tower above her small form as a child,

It used to feel like she was protected by the gentle giants as they ranged and roamed around her, so she could let her guard down.

Now that her mother had ‘upgraded’ to even larger hounds, she experienced feeling safe like a child again whenever she got back for a visit.