Even though I was polite (more so than I needed to be) when I told you I was not interested – YOU PERSISTED.
It became clear, I had no other choice but to stop replying – BUT YOU PERSISTED. Not only did you persist, you called me b*tch…
I don’t know why, but it hurt me when you called me that. I think it hurt because so many men before you have spat that insult at me with complete disgust and primal anger.
I wonder why that word still stings… I’ve heard it so many times, it should’ve lost its power by now.
Even though it hurt me when you called me a b*tch, I remained strong and continued to ignore you. This made you (unreasonably) angry. You threatened me, with violence. You told me that you wanted to “uppercut me” because I had made you angry. You were angry because I didn’t appreciate and respond to your (unwanted) advances and had decided to ignore you.
It didn’t end there… However, I am sure the women reading this post aren’t surprised and can fill in the blanks with the range of other threats and insults that have been directed at them by men whose ego’s have been bruised.
I wish this kind of behaviour was tied to a particular ethnicity, religion or geographical location because then, I would be able to escape it. I could escape feeling scared, angry, ashamed, sad, worthless, disrespected, anxious and confused.
So many times I’d thought I’d reached a stage in life where this treatment would stop. I thought it would stop when I got married – it didn’t. Maybe it would stop because I was not as beautiful and youthful as I’d once been – it didn’t. Or perhaps it would stop because I became a mother – it didn’t.
When my daughters were both young and I was able to protect them from everything, I was confident that I wouldn’t have to teach them about this kind of abuse, how widespread it is and how easy a target they are just