Ability to love

I'm increasingly convinced that modern women, in their mass, that is, with very few exceptions, are not able to love in principle. No one but himself.

They, like cats, always walk by themselves. And they think, in the end, only about themselves. They are quite good with themselves. And men are usually just used - cynically and heartlessly. Men-as-loved-people are not needed in principle. No need. They are needed only for something concrete, utilitarian. Married - not because I "love, I can not, I want to grow old together," but because time has come, or a comfortable and promising person has fallen in - one that can provide a comfortable existence (and, therefore, is needed only as a cross between an ATM and a universal "The solver of problems"), because it's time to "nest" and start children, because it bothered to be alone for a while, because I want someone to "solve my problems and not create new ones" etc.

The family does not perceive them as the highest value, like "my family" - which will not be one and the other, but as simply a "current marriage" as "running to the registry office", as a temporary forced union from which you can easily get out on a whim.

A beloved person, especially - the father of her children - not as "the closest and dearest, we are forever together, this is my husband, how can you even think about breaking up? It's like how to cut off your hand ", not as" I'll go up to heaven for him, I'll fall for him to the abyss ", but as one of many sexual partners, just another man, needed only as long as he (a) convenient, does not require anything, and he himself accepts the slavish position "the man is in fact obliged", and (b) corresponds to the set of personal data and parameters of life available in the woman's head.

As soon as one has to endure and pass through the black bands in life, as soon as one has to put efforts to be together not only "in joy", but also "in sorrow" - so immediately "but I do not want to be patient" ....

As soon as the first signs of financial problems appear (even temporary ones), they immediately lubricate skis to "more successful" - explaining their actions by different "good reasons" such as "I do not want to be with the rogue," "I deserve better and better," " I need a successful man "and" we do not fit together, you do not develop. "

As soon as the level of "discomfort" (more often than fictitious, than real) passes a certain line, so immediately "stop the plane, I'll go" - and she does not care that it hurts her loving people, and often breaks their lives and fates. All this is not taken into account, because the main thing is its pleasure and comfort.

And all their "love" - ​​to the first more cute boy - they say, "woke up in the morning and realized that I did not like." All "fidelity" and "loyalty" - to the first zakidona that something does not suit the current partner.