So I have come to a big conclusion.  We are simply as homo sapiens not made to mate for life.  Why, because woman don’t marry we adopt!   Unlike the romantic species ie:  wolves that hunt and play together for life, we automatically assume the roll of “mother” when we marry.  We are taught to do that from the time we are little girls and we have our dolls and doll houses and we “play house, and mother”, and boys play “boys”, and men continue to be the boys they have always been, and will always be…let me see if I can tell this so it is easy to relate to.

You meet, sparks fly and all you can think of is each other.  He calls and your heart races.  You see him and your heart races.  You think about how beautiful your children will be together.  He think he will get laid.   You date and have fun and go places and play and he gets laid.  You marry, you are standing at the alter and looking into each other’s eyes and you are thinking what beautiful children you will make, and he is thinking..”WTF, forsaking all others???  Oh well, I am going to get laid.

And then the mother part sets in.  Who said the woman has to do the laundry, cook the meals, and clean up after the man?  Who wrote those fookin rules?   But we joyfully go for it.   We are so happy to set up our little happy home, after all this is what we were born to do.   We cook our little meals and wash his cloths,  make sure his lunch is packed and his little house is clean.  And he gets laid.  He is a happy man, oh hell ya.   And so are we :)    For about a month.   Then it gets old.  Then we start to think, okay this is kinda one sided here.  I also work full time, in facto bud, I work more than full time, I make more money than you.  Then you come home, park your fat ass in front of the TV while I cook and clean and wash and scrub and bow and serve and so on and so on.    So we start to think, ” take out the garbage, help me with the cooking, cleaning, etc”  Pick up after yourself.  And they are still thinking.  I wonder if I am going to get laid tonight.  Then that gets old, and they start thinking, “doesn’t she ever shut up, she sounds just like my mother, nag nag nag”  Then the kids come, and the woman puts on a few pounds, and so does the man but he think it makes him look more manly while she just looks fat.  He starts to look around at the younger gals at work and wonders what it would be like to get laid.   Meanwhile, she is working full time, and then going home to look after the kids, and the house, pay the bills, clean and cook and wash and scrub and if she is lucky she can take the time to comb her hair and brush her teeth before he comes home for supper so that he can grab a bite and then a quick nap before bed because he had a hard day at the office or maybe he has to go out with the boys tonight, or maybe he would like to get laid.   But that will come later, when he is out with the boys, not with the old woman who is cleaning in the kitchen.  So he scratches his stomach, farts, goes into the kitchen and says, “hey sweetheart me and the guys are going to shoot some pool tonight, don’t wait up for me, I am going be late.”  Grabs his coat and walks out the door.    She blows the hair out of her eyes, and wonders where is the boy she married?   Or more important, where is the girl?   With tears in her eyes, she sits and and cries and wonders what went wrong.

No we are not meant to mate for life.  It sucks the life out of us.  Not to say we cannot love or be in love.  But not for life, some of us are lucky to get a few years but few ever get forever.  Even the ones that stay together, I wonder how much love is left, and how much is just habit or fear of being alone.    I think we are all born with candles in our hearts.  And everytime we have our hearts broken a candle goes out.   And we have only so many candles………..

I want to be a wolf in my next life, I want to run in the forest forever with my mate, I want to lay in the cave with my children and have him bring me a rabbit and lick my face and love me forever and never ever think of me as his mother but always as his mate, his soul mate.