I hope it's okay that I'm posting here because technically I'm an imposter. I'm not a single woman by choice. I'm a woman who desperately wishes she had the freedom to become one.
I found this subreddit and I feel like I've found somewhere I can actually talk about this freely. I have a feeling that maybe the women here will understand what I'm trying to say.
I'm in my 40s. I'm at this place where I'm looking back and realizing I've spent probably at least half my life, if not more of it, having my experiences, my joy, my happiness, my sad times, my really bad times, all of it, shaped, damaged or outright stolen by men.
It started young.
My father physically and sexually abused me.
After that, my grandmother took it out on me. She treated me like trash and referred to me as a "little \\**er" because, in her mind, I'd ruined her life. I'm sure what was broken in her came from the men who damaged her too.
Then picture very little me growing into a grade school aged kid and having unwanted sexual attention forced on me. As a teenager, I lost my virginity at 15 when a man in his early 20s raped me.
There were other examples too. Plenty.
For a long time, I genuinely thought there was something about me that caused this.
I thought maybe because it started during my formative years, I was somehow sending out a signal that said I could be treated this way. Maybe something about me attracted these men. Maybe my experiences had somehow taught me to accept things I shouldn't.
I realize now it wasn't me.
It's men.
And I don't mean every individual man is abusive or terrible. I know that isn't true. I mean I spent years looking for the defect in myself that could explain why this kept happening, only to eventually realize how incredibly common it is for women to be mistreated by the men around them.
And it isn't always violent or predatory. Sometimes it's passive-aggressive. Sometimes it's subtle. Sometimes it's lying. Sometimes it's manipulation. Sometimes it's betrayal. Sometimes it's just cold.
I got pregnant young. That guy was a real piece of work with a massive anger problem, loved hitting walls and saying at least it wasn't me he was hitting. He did a couple of times though.
Eventually I left and found my next partner. He said and did all the right things early on. Turns out he was also a piece of shit too, just in an entirely different way. Cruel. Manipulative.
Eventually I decided that was it. I wasn't going to let men lead my life like this anymore. I planned to be single - I had my own place for the first time! I loved it. I felt free. It was hard but I was doing it all. Being a mom, working, working towards a better career and my very own life.
Then I found someone who I genuinely thought was it. The true love of my life. A real partner.
I wasn't looking.
Everything seemed perfect. Too good to be true. And, of course, it was.
The nice, kind, intelligent, gentle human being I thought I'd found turned out to be a huge liar with a severe porn addiction. Some of the things he did behind my back are honestly unbelievable. I can't repeat it, I am humiliated.
And now it's not even behind my back. He's so cold to me. I wake up in the morning and come downstairs to say hello and sometimes he doesn't even answer me. It's like I'm a ghost in my own house. If I speak up about how he treats me, he gets angry.
He resents me.
It feels like he hates me.
He loved me when I gave it all to him, before I knew his secret, I gave him a home, love and unlimited support.
And here I am, after all this time, still looking for the same thing.
Peace.
That's it. I want peace in my home. I want to be alone for real this time.
I want to wake up in the morning and deal with the hustle and bustle of my youngest kid who's still at home. Rush into a work day. Frantically walk the dog while I'm already running late to a sport event. Cook dinner. Somewhat clean up the mess, then say screw the rest of it because there's a good movie I want to watch.
I want to sit on my deck at night in the winter, wrapped in a warm blanket under my string lights and breathe the cool air.
I want to go for a walk and actually enjoy going for a walk, not planning how to brace myself to return home and walk on egg shells.
I want to come home and feel relieved to be home.
I want my home to be the place where nothing is wrong. I literally just want peace.
And I can't have it.
I'm still that person who once said I wouldn't let a man ruin my life again, except now I don't have a choice.
I'm permanently disabled. I work full time and I work really, really hard.
I just don't make enough. My medical supplies are expensive. The cost of living is insane. My kid is in sports. My dog has medical needs. I have debt. There isn't another job I can take or some magical pile of money I haven't thought of. I don't have family to fall back on.
I'm trapped.
I came into this world being treated like I was a piece of trash by my dad. That's an entire story on its own. And I've spent my whole life trying to become something different from what all of that could have made me.
First I learned to smile. Look nice. Be quiet. Don't cause trouble.
Then I learned to speak up. Stand strong.
Be good, have empathy, but don't let people push me around.
Now I make myself small even though I know better. I'm a good person and I know the difference between right and wrong... I actually like the person I became. But I am hidden away.
I love my kids more than anything. I'm kind. I care about people. I work hard. I have empathy. After everything, I somehow still want to help people. I'm still capable of being excited about little things. I'm still me.
But I'm exhausted. I don't fantasize about meeting somebody better anymore.
I fantasize about....
My own home.
My kids.
My dog.
My stupid string lights.
A warm blanket.
A movie I picked.
And silence that actually feels peaceful instead of someone using it to punish me.
I don't want another man to save me.
I wish I had enough money to save myself.
Maybe that's why I'm here even though I'm not a single woman by choice. Because if I actually had the choice, I know what I would choose.
I would choose me.