Why Women Don't Want Another Man
Without Prejudice
Men are work. Simple as that. They are work and when a women reaches a certain age she doesn't want a full time one. She's already done the biological thing, had her perineum sliced at least once, she's over it when she gets to my age. Hormones can keep you kicking in that way but you get over it.
I have a very old Friend who will NEVER live with another Man, EVER! When I asked why she said,
"Because they are work!"
"I've worked hard all my life, put up with "Shit", washed dishes, cleaned toilets and I am looking after my self from now on", she stated firmly.
My Aunties said the same thing when their hubbies died. After the were over the initial mourning period, they refused to even contemplate living with another Man. When I asked why, my Auntie Pat, said
"I've doon for one Man all ma life and I will not "do" for another!"
I was a bit gob smacked as I was worried how they would manage on their own. They did very, very well. They flew overseas, went on holidays together to Majorca and Australia and New Zealand, they dined on beaches in The Whitsundays and Surfers Paradise. They were done up all the time and absolutely had a ball kicking up their heels at 70 odd.
I once escorted them around Melbourne on a 42 degree day and they were "trotting" along, whereas my friend and I were worn out. The aunts were unstoppable. All their lives they had taken care of husband and family. Man is God in Yorkshire where my British Aunts were from. And it's a tough life in Northern England for anyone. The North, the working class, the backbone of the country but tough to live in. The cold is enough to make you want to shoot yourself in the head with despair.
These ladies did it hard, uneducated and poor they had to take the factory and shop jobs unlike their Sister, My Mother, Natalie, the Genius. While she was plotting plane flights in London during the Blitz my Aunts were wafting and weaving carpet at "the Mill", a ghastly job. They also had to run families and never stopped working, ever. So when sudden deaths of hubbies happened, kids already flying the nest and gone, they were at last on their own.
I thought they would miss that other person being around all the time, 40, 50 year marriages, one happy one not so much. But after they were used to the idea they just took off like two elderly rockets into the Stratosphere. My Aunt Betty had never been on a plane in her life, ever, and the first time she flew she flew to Australia. All that way on her own at 70. I was so proud of her.
So they were happy and contented and then I spoke to a lot of elderly women in my role as a Carer for them. I was their little Pollyanna, and ran into their units and tidied up and changed beds and chatted to them. There must have been 400 or so and not one of them wanted another hubby. Not one. Same answer as my Aunts, even if they had been happily married. The answer was generally,
"Hell, No!"
Men are work. Simple as that. They are work and when a women reaches a certain age she doesn't want a full time one. She's already done the biological thing, had her perineum sliced at least once, she's over it when she gets to my age. Hormones can keep you kicking in that way but you get over it.
I have a very old Friend who will NEVER live with another Man, EVER! When I asked why she said,
"Because they are work!"
"I've worked hard all my life, put up with "Shit", washed dishes, cleaned toilets and I am looking after my self from now on", she stated firmly.
My Aunties said the same thing when their hubbies died. After the were over the initial mourning period, they refused to even contemplate living with another Man. When I asked why, my Auntie Pat, said
"I've doon for one Man all ma life and I will not "do" for another!"
I was a bit gob smacked as I was worried how they would manage on their own. They did very, very well. They flew overseas, went on holidays together to Majorca and Australia and New Zealand, they dined on beaches in The Whitsundays and Surfers Paradise. They were done up all the time and absolutely had a ball kicking up their heels at 70 odd.
I once escorted them around Melbourne on a 42 degree day and they were "trotting" along, whereas my friend and I were worn out. The aunts were unstoppable. All their lives they had taken care of husband and family. Man is God in Yorkshire where my British Aunts were from. And it's a tough life in Northern England for anyone. The North, the working class, the backbone of the country but tough to live in. The cold is enough to make you want to shoot yourself in the head with despair.
These ladies did it hard, uneducated and poor they had to take the factory and shop jobs unlike their Sister, My Mother, Natalie, the Genius. While she was plotting plane flights in London during the Blitz my Aunts were wafting and weaving carpet at "the Mill", a ghastly job. They also had to run families and never stopped working, ever. So when sudden deaths of hubbies happened, kids already flying the nest and gone, they were at last on their own.
I thought they would miss that other person being around all the time, 40, 50 year marriages, one happy one not so much. But after they were used to the idea they just took off like two elderly rockets into the Stratosphere. My Aunt Betty had never been on a plane in her life, ever, and the first time she flew she flew to Australia. All that way on her own at 70. I was so proud of her.
So they were happy and contented and then I spoke to a lot of elderly women in my role as a Carer for them. I was their little Pollyanna, and ran into their units and tidied up and changed beds and chatted to them. There must have been 400 or so and not one of them wanted another hubby. Not one. Same answer as my Aunts, even if they had been happily married. The answer was generally,
"Hell, No!"
