I would NEVER have gotten to this point ..... clearly there is ZERO RESPECT and she is a bully
Yeah NO, tears are NOT working, I'll ground your ass in a second, and you will be crying alone in your room
I was raised by my mother - who was emotionally distant to the point of child abuse through neglect - and her mother until I was aged 10.
At that point, I was given over to a father who was mentally, emotionally, and physically abusive. He was that way as a result of a father who was that way, and a mother who, by the accounts of several cousins, was Simon Legree's twin sister.
I was imprinted to see and respond to my environment the way women are, and do; via my emotions. It wasn't a conscious decision, but it is almost universally the way single mothers raise children; boys and girls. It's the only mold women know, and, without the presence of a strong man in the picture, they try to force boys into that feminine mold. And it f*cks us up, often for life.
My father, who, by the way, a well-educated man, was common for the time; his idea of - kind of a conversion therapy - was to beat that femininity, that animus, out of me. Which went about as well as one might expect.
I never dated through the remainder of my primary education, which ended in 10th grade, when I dropped out and joined the Navy. I never dated in the Navy, or in the Army after that. I did drink a lot, once I got out of boot camp, and that continued until 1989, when I got sober. Still hadn't dated in all that time. No girlfriends, no nothing. I used to joke that so many women wanted to friend zone me (without really understanding what "friend zone" meant; not really) that women getting me on a wrong number would ask to put me in their friend zone.
How I made it out of the military with an Honorable discharge has to be some kind of divine intervention. It wasn't what one might call exemplary. By the end, I was barely functional.
At 24, I'd given up on even trying to date...even on a short term basis.
Later on, about 1996, I met my future, now late wife, on old AOL and Prodigy chat rooms. That continued for about a year, until she, a GS-11, and recently divorced, flew out to Commiefornia to meet me. My a*hole friend said "you should marry her." Well, she and I got along well enough, and liked each other, so we did.
It worked out well enough. She didn't bring a lot of drama into my life, and I took care of her the best I was able to - becoming her retirement plan and care-giver, as she was 10 years older than me, toward the end of her life.
She did leave me in significant debt, and even though she was an early Boomer (1946), my experience with her reinforces the notion that all women are like all women, to varying degrees.
My wife was better at logic and reason, but, as my sister said, "that happens when we get beyond menopause; it's like the scales fall off."
Again, I don't regret it; in many ways, I'm a better man for it. She did say on a couple of occasions that if we'd met on the street, neither of us would have taken a second look at the other, and that's true. I was the retirement program, and she was the best I could do.