The Wounders

It’s the latest genre of behavior going around, and it’s not pretty.  People who go through life cut and parrying when you’re not even carrying a sword.

It’s a pity a preventable shot wasn’t available.

A guy I know in his 30s told me a disturbing tale.  It was his girlfriend’s birthday, him showing up with roses to take her to dinner. She took the box hurling it at him and said, “That’s it, that’s all I get?” He did have something else quite lovely in his pocket, but he was so stunned and hurt, he picked the box up…yes, they were long-stemmed roses, and brought them to his mother.  I felt very bad for him not to mention nonplussed, a great word to describe and capture utter amazement.

If you brought me gum in a card, I’d just be thrilled you remembered.

This past birthday, someone I adore forgot.  When I mentioned it, he said, “Oh, didn’t have access.”

Access…excuse me?  To what, your mind?  Needless to say, I adore him no more.

Meet the Wounders.

Then we have the passive ones, those who hurt quiet and steadily.  I have a friend who’s not been well and needs to change his lifestyle quickly or he won’t be on the planet much longer.  His wife stands by more like a parole officer than a loving helpmate watching this man with no self-control, who can’t seem to rise up and live healthier.  I’d like to shake her till her heart dropped out of her chest.


All the men I’ve been with I cared for.  Even the few who didn’t deserve it, like the last one.  Doesn’t take much to make sure someone is more or less okay, but Wounders are selfish, only caring about themselves and what you can do for them.

It so saddens me.

It sounds like a really bad TV show.

The Wounders, coming this fall, on Fox.


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 Thanks.
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16 Responses to The Wounders

  1. micklively says:

    Some damaged people have an irresistible urge to break things, particularly the things they love. Maybe they believe they don’t deserve anything worth having.

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Wounders. What a perfect word to describe this breed of people. I don’t even know the young man, yet my heart goes out to him. On the other hand, he definitely dodged a bullet.
    When I was a teenager, my steady boyfriend bought me a frog on a bouncy cord. It was some type of really soft rubbery substance that you can’t stop feeling because it’s so unnatural. NOT my favorite gift, but the guy had no money and actually thought this was what I’d like. I made a big deal out of how neat it was . Disappointed, yes. But like you, would never intentionally wound.
    I think you’ve coined a new word.

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  3. Excellent choice of Networks for the entitled show.
    A dear life long friend of mine did that to a young man, younger than this 30 year old. He made the mistake of bringing carnations on Valentine’s Day. To this day I use it as a reference with her when I feel she is acting shitty…”Oh, is this a carnation moment?” Snaps her right back to reality…lol

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  4. I have been disappointed with gifts from boyfriends but so what? They try. Maybe they have no clue what to get me but I’d never hurl something or ridicule them (unless, of course, they gave diamonds the day before to some other chick). It’s about manners. They have no Connecticut. As for trying to get a mate to live healthier, that’s a hard thing. The guy has got to want to do it on his own.

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  5. Patricia says:

    Wounders…we all know some. Some of them I have known I would like to wound but then my better self reins in the badder self.

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