The good old days
The good old days
As a male with an unfortunate genetic condition I can honestly say it’s not just the women.
Sitting on the sidelines, and watching my friend group jump into bed and into marriage with the first consenting partner is just about the dumbest thing imaginable. Years later they wake up and realize that the hormones experienced during the young adult years, did not allow them to make correct life decisions. But, now there’s a mortgage and kids and they’re stuck and miserable.
Some cheat, some take out their anger on what they see as the cause of their unhappiness: the wife, the kids. It’s a short situation, and the amount of times I’ve heard “Why didn’t you stop me?”… I tried, ad nauseam.