Let A Man Be A Man

Have you ever heard the expression…

Do someone you love a favor, leave them alone?

I’ve often wondered if women with men know how lucky they are especially if they’re decent and kind.  I see so many twisted relationships based more on money than love.  Yeah I know, Susannah you’re not in Kansas anymore, and all I can say to that is, it’s a cryin shame.

A couple I’ve known for 20 years who have had a very long marriage, are having problems.  I’ve sat with Mandy, I’ll call her, on a bench in the park numerous times while she complains about Roger.

Now I’ve learned to say nothing…listening, only responding when asked, not easy when you’re observing a train wreck.  She just won’t let him be.  He tends a garden at a schoolyard, a pure labor of love that from his efforts, looks like Eden, it’s so verdant and flush.  While he works the earth, she sits there like his mother, eyeing his every move.  The man is 67 years-old.  Does she think he’s going to run off with a rose bush?

You see that’s the key right there.  Don’t treat a man like your son.  Let men be men, and I’m the first to say they’re far from perfect, but they do have qualities that can take you over the moon.

I’m an old-fashioned girl.  I like when a man steps up for me, opens the door, helps me out of a cab.  Chivalry, when spotted, should be swooned over, not shredded.  Mandy, who in her day was quite the vamp, doesn’t allow Roger his manhood.  You can hear his balls clinking around in her oversized Prada purse.

I invited them to my new house, for wine I said.  Roger, all smiles said, “oh, we’d love to come.”  Next time I saw Mandy, she chased me up the street.  “You can’t have him over..he’s not supposed to drink.  You need to take back the invitation.”

If I told you her behavior turned my stomach, I wouldn’t be exaggerating.

Again I said nothing, but my heart quietly strolled over to Roger’s side of the fence.

Another friend I have is not well, and he too has a very dominating wife who rules the roost without taking very good care of him, yet up his ass like a proctor exam scrutinizing his every move.  I’d like to take both these women and crash their heads together like a couple of coconuts.

If they only knew how much more alluring they’d be if they just gave their misters a little wiggle room.

Do someone you love a favor, leave them alone, then watch what happens.

Those roses will bloom, only for you.   images-1

SB

 

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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18 Responses to Let A Man Be A Man

  1. micklively says:

    It’s easy to view a relationship from the outside and jump to conclusions. Couples find a “fit” (or don’t, of course). Some fits can look incongruous, whilst working admirably for the incumbents. Some blokes (and some women) like to be dominated. Some continually gripe about nagging wives they utterly depend upon. Some marriages look like utter hell from the outside; but the spouses die within a matter of a few weeks of each other. Like they say in Yorkshire: “there’s nowt so queer as folk”.

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  2. AMEN! Growing up we had neighbors, Bill & Nancy…dear lord. Even as a child I knew Bill’s balls were under lock and key. It was horrible watching him on the porch every evening with his head in his hands wondering WTF he did to deserve this treatment. BILL BILL BILL could be heard all over the street. She never let him breathe because he “gave” her 6 kids. My dad let her know … it takes 2.
    I wish Roger peace!

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    • Oh Top, how can you be this funny at 630 in the morning when my humor is still in bed snoring. Love…balls were under lock and key. Whenever I witness that, I am so happy it’s not me playing warden, doling out my affection like ShopRite coupons.

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  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, I’ve seen the situation you described quite often. And ‘ve noticed it’s usually a result of insecurity on the part of the browbeater. You’re also absolutely right about simply listening and not offering advice unless it’s asked for. It took me a long to learn that lesson.

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  4. Elle Knowles says:

    Don’t un-invite! Tell ‘Miss Mandy’ you are serving nonalcoholic beverages. That may not shut her up though. Seems to me she just doesn’t want him to have any fun…~Elle

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  5. When I was in my twenties my then-boyfriend and I would double with another couple who eventually married. They always bickered. It was uncomfortable so we stopped doing things with them. As I got older I learned to tell people that I’m uncomfortable with public bickering. Sometimes it worked for the time we were together and sometimes not. However when a friend complains about something I also learned to keep my mouth shut. It’s a no win situation. If you agree with them and things change, you are suddenly pointed to as the catalyst that caused it all.

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    • You’re absolutely right. Zip the lip is the best policy, even if you disagree. I also don’t care for being privy to bickering that if necessary, should be done in private, but people are very unconscious. It never ceases to amaze me.

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  6. LauraBelle says:

    I have a friend whose wife is like this. He is an awesome funny guy, but he is kept on a very short leash and told what he can, but mostly what he can’t do. I have never seen his wife so much as crack a smile, she always looks pissed off. I know he is extremely unhappy, but he has already been divorced once and refuses to do it again.

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  7. Wise insights, Susannah. ‘o)

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