NOONE BEHIND A GREAT WOMAN

How many times have you heard of a husband or boyfriend who sacrificed his career for his partner? How many times have you heard that a man copied his wife’s stories or poems at night? How many men do you know who have helped a woman to make a career, to get to the top, to become someone? Tell me one name of a man! Who are these men who gave up their lives to make her take flight? Could she make it to the finish line? please give me some names. Because there are thousands and millions of women who have done this, but no one comes to mind. Indeed, men are usually the ones who hate that women can go ahead and do something for themselves. Men want them and their family and children and the house and the kitchen to be first and then more. Who are these men who said to their partners: “Leave everything alone and go, I’ll take care of it here”? Have you read it in what blog? Let me know. Women have always sacrificed themselves in everything for men, in the name of love, and they should kill this love, since in the end they do not get anywhere and often remain fooled by that feeling It is said that behind a great man there is a great woman. But behind a great woman there is no one because no man ever renounces himself, neither for love nor for anything else. And tell me some names that prove the opposite!

RUNAWAY

In short, rich or poor, sooner or later you will be plagued by this uselessness of time. You will be bored by your work, by friends, by husbands, wives, or lovers, by the view from the window of your home, from the furniture or upholstery of your room, from your thoughts, from yourself. Consequently, you will be looking for escape routes. Aside from the tools of self-gratification mentioned above, perhaps you will begin to change jobs, residences, friendships, country, climate; perhaps you will indulge in sexual promiscuity, alcohol, travel, cooking lessons, drugs, psychoanalysis. In fact, you could put all these things together; and for a while the combination could work. Until, of course, you wake up in your room with a new family and a different wallpaper, in another state, in another climate, with a lot of bills to pay to your travel agent or psychoanalyst, yet with the same prohibits the sensation of the daylight that spreads to the window. And you will put on your slippers only to find that those are not the most suitable footwear to escape from what you recognize as familiar. And depending on your temperament or age, you will panic or resign yourself to familiarity with that feeling, or, once more, you will go through the process of change.

STORY OF THE UNDECISED HUSBAND

A man had a wife and a lover and did not know who to choose. He decided to go to a sage to find an answer to his problem. He asked him if he should be with his wife or with his mistress. The wise man looked at him and took two vases in his hands: one with a rose and the other with a cactus and asked him:
"What do you do if I tell you to choose one of these two vases?". The man looked at him and replied: "Obviously I choose the rose!". The sage smiled: “You have proved to be reckless and hasty. You don't deserve either pot: neither the one containing the rose nor the one with the cactus. Some men, driven by beauty and worldliness, choose the one that seems to sparkle the most. The rose is beautiful but will soon wither. On the other hand, the cactus, even if it is not very beautiful at first sight, remains the same, regardless of the climate: dark green with many thorns but when it blooms it gives you a beautiful flower. Your wife knows all your weaknesses, flaws and mistakes and loves you for who you are. your lover does not want you whole but only the beautiful part: your smiles, the victories, the joy, the caresses. Your wife loves your tears, your defeats: she is close to you for better or for worse. When the hard times come, your lover will go away and look for someone else. Your wife will stay next to you. Don't look now that everything seems to be fine. Things won't go that long. It's too late for you now. You despised the cactus for having the rose and you don't deserve either of them. But know that there will come a time when you understand your mistake but it will be too late.

MY LIFE WITH BOOKS

I have been in the company of books for a good part of my life. I can say that I have had many authors as friends (Mann, Hesse, Poe, ..) who have made my life more bearable. Over the years I have accumulated many books, also because when I liked an author I bought all his works. I have come to have three thousand books in my house. My mother often complained about all the libraries occupied by my book collections. My husband too. No one has ever understood the importance of this presence in my life. Art and books have saved my life and memories of a past of childhood abuse.

MY MOTHER WAS A STYLIST

Growing up with an always sad mother. With a woman who sacrificed her job to raise two daughters. How many women sacrifice their careers because husbands don’t want them to neglect their children? Growing up with a mother who little by little no longer laughs, no longer sings, does not want to go out, becomes antisocial, changes character. A father who commands with money, with greed, with control over everything from clothes to food. And he has the power to say yes or no. A mother who is stripped of her worth, humiliated because she stays at home and was forced to choose to be close to her daughters. A woman finished, emptied, become unhappy. This was my mother. Destroyed by a man who wanted her only for himself and always at home. Instead she was a very good stylist, she had a lot of creativity and imagination, she taught me so many things. But then it got bad because of my dad. A woman should never be hindered by a husband or life partner or boyfriend.

HITLER

Hitler is the nickname a husband 
uses to define his caring wife. 
A wife who has made sacrifices 
for many years. 
A wife who for many years has 
cooked, cleaned, tidied up, 
done laundry, raised her children 
by giving up her career, and having 
nothing but love for everyone.
Hitler is the name that defines 
her husband after so many years 
and just because she likes to 
arrange things, have a certain 
order and try to keep her personal
 space.
After so many years a wife who 
does not even receive gifts 
and who must also suspect 
her husband's virtual betrayal, 
hears him called her Hitler!