This is a special message to all the guys out there who were raised in single-parent homes by your moms.
That's not a big group...Thanks to feminStaazi, that's a HUGE group. Our next qualifier is, are you about to marry or are you engaged? If the answer is yes, please pay very close attention to what you are about to read:
Remember "that time of the month" when you were little? Remember getting yelled at or beat down or worse every time you turned around? Remember being bitched out for daring to think for yourself, speak your mind or attempting to do normal kid things like a lemonade stand or a paper route? I know there are quite a few of you for whom "that time of the month" was every fucking day of your life! The purpose of this message is to keep you from going back to that. You deserve better!
That's why Galt-in-Da-Box is begging you please, pretty please...With sugar on it even: STAY SINGLE, STAY FREE.
That old song has too much genetic truth to it; the one that goes "I want a girl, just like the girl that married dear old dad." Why do you think dad bailed? Let you in on a little secret: it WASN'T you. Mom fed you that bullshit to cover her broadening ass, and if you use a head other than the one on your shoulders without a spooge-luge, you'll end up the same place he did.
Sorry, but it's a fact.
The few of you who had mothers that built you up instead of tearing you down can completely ignore this message. In almost every circumstance, you're on the right track and have every reason to expect great things ahead. Most of you aren't that lucky, and you know it, especially if you remember some of the endless weekends and summers I still wake up in the middle of the night about sometimes. You can't undo the past, but you can keep it from becoming your future, and just about every benefit of marriage is available for less without it.
Since you don't have to, why go back to that?