Man Hating (WOW)

Everyone has had their heart broken, everyone has ruined a good relationship by making a big mistake, whether it was on purpose or not.
I'm seeing an entire generation of women hating on men.  They don't want one, or so they claim, and their posts are so vicious and mean, they don't have to worry about finding one either.  They say things like, "I don't need a man.", or "I can take care of myself.", the list goes on and on.  They rant on and on about how he won't do this and he won't pay his child support and he's this that and the other.
You can't make anyone do anything!
If he wasn't taking care of his other children what possessed you to have one with him and expect things to be different?  What made you think your child was more special?
You don't need a man, right?  So why do you spend every waking moment dogging him out to give you his money?  Why is he expected to do anything for you when you don't need him?  If he's that bad why would you want someone like that coming around?
It's the same thing when a woman starts seeing a man who is with someone else.  If he cheated on her, he'll cheat on you, and furthermore you can never trust him, because you can't even trust yourself.  What makes you more special than her?  Absolutely nothing.  You are condoning his bad behavior the minute you decide to have a relationship with him.
My motto has always been never let one person ruin you for everyone else.
In my journey I have met alot of men who have let some girl tear them down so bad, they are mad at the rest of us and think we are all alike:  the same goes for women.
People often treat others like toys, they want what they want until they see something else they think they want and just like a small child they discard whatever is in front of them and move on to the next.
I've met several men recently and one even had the nerve to ask me when I was going to sleep with him.
Excuse me, I don't know what kind of women you've been dating but that's not the kind of woman I am and I am never going to sleep with you because you aren't my husband!  Give me a break!  
When am I going to sleep with you?  Seriously?
When are you going to put a big fat ring on my finger, give me your last name and pay my bills?
There are times when I am so offended about it, but God always reminds me that He is the standard and people who don't know him don't have standards.
My friends will say, "You've got it going on girl!"
In the end I just want to go take a shower.  When are you going to sleep with me?
I've been hurt, I've been used, cheated on, lied to and discarded like yesterday's toy but I am not angry with anyone about it: I am not holding it against the entire race of men, because what happened to me happened with one person and it's that person's problem not mine.
I'm not perfect so don't get it twisted, I just know it's not everyone's fault that one or two people have a problem.  We all have issues and some are worse than others.
In all of this man hating I see, I feel great pity for the women who do it.  They wear their hurt on their sleeve for everyone to see and they want to shout about it from the rooftops.  They want everyone to know what a terrible person he is and how he falls short as a human being.  They have a hundred foot barrier around them that keeps anyone decent from getting in.  They alienate anyone who could possibly care and push away anyone who tries to help them get past it.  In all this rage and hurt they devalue themselves trying to rip him to pieces and in the end they come out looking like they need to get help and nothing gets solved with the person they are constantly ranting about.
It's not everyone's fault that someone hurt you.
It's not everyone else's fault you don't understand that you can't make anyone do anything.
It's not everyone else's fault you can't find the strength to let it go and move on.
It's not everyone else's fault you refuse to forgive that person so you can get better.
Me personally, I like men, I am looking forward to the next good one God sends me and for the first time in my life I know exactly how to treat him.
I don't hate my soon to be ex-husband, I still love him.  He was good to me when he was able to be good to me.  He made me feel beautiful and wanted and even if he wasn't able to provide for me.  I never held it against him, who he was, what he was, being without him.
I did my best to make him a King.  When he was in prison I wrote him letters everyday.  I talked to him about everything, made him my best friend, kept him mentally in the world with me.  I planted seeds of hope in him, I planted seeds of dreams in him, I planted seeds of love in him, it's not his fault the only seeds that bloomed were the seeds of love.
I knew he was a drug addict when I met him.  I was just as bad off as he was when we first got together.  I knew what I was getting and I knew the challenges I would face going into the situation.
In the end it was my expectations that really got things twisted up.  He couldn't deliver anything I expected and that put us in a whole new place.
The day I couldn't show him understanding and unconditional love anymore, was the day I loaded him into my truck and took him back home.  There's no reason to destroy him, he can do that to himself.
I'm not angry with him, I will not bash and beat him down, I can only walk peacefully away, because I have done all I could possibly do and I've come to the end of the road with it.
I made a decision there were things I couldn't live with and if I couldn't be cool calm and collected there was nothing more I could do.
At the end of the day he didn't do anything to me, he did it all to himself and I have no reason to hate him.  I still lay in bed at night and ask God to watch over him.  I still believe he can come to his senses one day and get his life together, I just can't hang around and wait for that to happen because I no longer want to.
I'm still standing here wondering if I'm capable of loving anyone the way I've loved him.  He still loves me which is why he won't sign the divorce papers.
I forgive him, I forgave him the minute he got out of my truck and I didn't do any of this to intentionally hurt him.
The best thing we can do in relationships is not expect anything from the other person and pour out all the good we have on them.  It was always what I could do for him, I never even noticed what I was lacking in my life because I was doing that.  It was always what was the next right thing to do to try to help him get better.
I never tried to change him, I just kept showing him how good life could be without drugs and he kept going back, no matter how good our life together was.