What’s really sad is that these women are so desperate that they have to entrap a man with a child to get him to stay. I really hope men start to make themselves aware of this, it’s not just a myth (as the women like to say).

My mother used to work as a RGN (and later on as a state-certified geriatric nurse) for private clients only in the nineties and early 2000s. She used to do home-nursing for a lot of wealthy people (elderly company-bosses, better-off persons, academics, professors or private lecturers, you get the idea; and thus their respective wives and/or older parents/family-members). Generally, that clientele which was able to easily pay the monthly bills ($3,500–$5,000 for finest private home-nursing and health-care alone) out of their own pockets without even have to think about where the money for it comes from …

From time to time, I used to help them out with with casual works (e.g. gardening, lawn-mowing, fix broken things or cut firewood) when the need for it arose and my mum asked them if they'd need such help. Was always appreciated from both sides and well paid, like easily $100–200 cash on the spot for a few hours.

That being said, clientele was rarely below 70 yrs but usually +75–95 yrs or even above 100 yrs. Usually born in 1910–25 and later, those war generations. She used to nurse and care for a number of widows and widowers too. As one can imagine, many older ones often opened up quickly as soon as they got company for a coffee-break.

Whenever it came to how life was and how the marriage went, it 9 out of 10 times was clear, that …

• a) she baby-trapped him in order for him to stay (and both needed to marry afterwards as soon as she told him)
  – and he always manned up and took her responsibility out of decency as a obligation and actual duty. Well … and since his and especially her parents told him to (“What do you think it will look like when people would know you made her pregnant and born out of wedlock?!” aka 'born on the wrong side of the blanket'),

• then b) the wife in question often cheated at least once early on or even before marriage, which was often seen as being unsolicitedly forgiven as/due to a lack of options (and for him to not show so much cruelty (the audacity!) towards her and throw her just out to the streets!) and supposed to be overlooked by him, of course (like “C'mon, man up! It was only once …” or “Don't be like that!”) and lastly frowned upon to be even brought up ever again in the first place (not even before their kids, ever since) for not shaming his wife and his kids' mother to look any less reputable and actually whorish (despite she actually just was).

• c) he shall be grateful (sic!) having lived a life with a woman by his side at all.
  “What she should've been supposed to do anyway!? He was a bachelor back then and knew next to nothing about life and all! Fresh out of the army he came, didn't knew what to do. That way he at least had a fulfilling life with a wife and kids. … and, let's not forget, he was he one who got her pregnant in the first place, right?”

• d) Last but not least, there was not one single occasion (at least not a single one I'm aware of) where it happened that there was ever any testing about actual paternity on given children's true and actual fatherhood.
  So the likelihood of those men having raised some other man's basterd and having paid for it through-out their lives ever since for naught in noble hope of a true offspring and which have been a victim of cuckoldry and paternity fraud instead, is quite high.

Later on I was often stunned about the sheer audacity of said women, which was such a normality for them to baby-trapping a man, that it seemed for them as a matter of course. It being considered a actual taken-for-grantedness like the most basic God-given right for exercising the given ability and opportunity to deprive a man over his most-basic human right to decide whether to become a father or not.

The actual cruelty, procacity and insolence they showed whenever talking about the matter of baby-trapping her husband back then, using sexuality as a weapon for decades (deprivation of inter-marriage sex to force him to fold before her will – while at the same time happily engaging in infidelity with someone else outside of their marriage, et cetera) that was something that stunned me to the core!

The sheer brutality they showed when dismissing any of the man's right to even know being cuckolded and disregard him the mere chance to even know he was trapped for her own greater good and her well-being alone, was just outrageous.

That inhumanness of them to disregard everything which might even have any whatsoever bearing on his physical or mental health, life, future or capacity to have a decent wife made me speechless on that topic for years to come …

Granted, a good bunch of those widows I only "listened" to by eavesdropping them by accident (for real), hearing what they said through my mother telling me or short bits directly face to face … and yes, their bluntness may have been heavily enforced due to the fact the cuckolded husband was no longer alive – which may have been giving them the feeling of actual superiority (since they got away with it largely scot-free), but still. Nothing but shocking.

The one thing that to this day sticks the most, was one woman who – upon my question why she got pregnant and married him in the first place when something like love for him never really existed for her – replied with the following;

“How else was I supposed to keep him? If I wouldn't've had him make me pregnant, I never would've had a way to make sure he'd stick with me and keep him from leaving.”

… and upon my naïve/clueless yet blunt follow-up, if, as a result, she became pregnant on purpose, she said;

“Of course it was?! I wanted him to get *me* pregnant. What else do you think? Do you believe I happened to get pregnant from him by accident? We ALL got pregnant back then since we wanted to!”

What bothered me back then, was how shocking her reaction was upon that question – and how she came across. Shocking from her! She had a perplexed look on her face that moment, like trying to understand how on earth I possibly could've ended up asking such a (in her view) naïve question. As if she really was just flabbergasted not about the question itself – but being just plain dumbfounded about me being totally clueless …

As if she was thinking about me; “My goodness! Just runaway from kindergarten … What are you? Four?!”

What bothered me for years straight, is that there might have been the possibility that she actually really was puzzled about me being innocent enough to not know any better – and back then I actually really didn't knew any better.

What bothers me to this day, is, that she actually very likely was dead-serious with me telling me all this and for a split-second she showed me the inside of her thinking. The thinking of said women back then. Women which saw it as their God-given right to steal a man's life and ruin it – as if it where just a few sticks of chalk stolen from school to smear the street and play a few games of hopscotch.

Plot-twist: The playground-/street-game “Hopscotch” (also, “Hopping Scotch”) is also dubbed “Heaven and Hell”.

In a way it was Hopscotch, especially for them – and lastly for him too (unbeknownst) … While it was heaven for those women hopping around from man to man (to finally find a suiting one to be cuckolded), to lastly start living a well-natured, fulfilling life with a well-providing husband with their planned childs (only planned by them, for sure) in a time of utter peace, prosperity, wealth and all things considered, affluence …

For him it was pure hell with a cheating wife and bastard-childs, whilst the infidelity broke lose even before the vows were spoken (and were often broken by her later on too) – just for him to get sucked dry of life, vigour and money through-out his entire life-time of marriage – till death did them apart.

The thinking of a utterly selfish woman and generation, for who/which it was so normal and such a banality to engage in exploiting men for their own selfish desires, wants and (later) baby-needs, that they didn't even minded offering up and sacrificing a actual human being (her baby) being just f–cking USED (like a towel or disposable tissue) for all this, to get what they wanted – no matter what the cost and regardless of the consequences for a human life.

… except that this tissue (which they throw out like a blood-stained handkerchief), was actually human tissue and her/their own flesh and blood – just for being sacrificed at the Altar of Selfishness™! Really makes you want to puke out of disgust and vileness.

What bothers me today, is, that she actually was dead-serious!

Back then in the nineties I dug into it for a few bits and later on in the twenties again when more and more publications went online. Women throwing themselves at hard-working men and especially soldiers en mass after the war just to baby-trap them afterwards, was so incredibly common, that no-one even thought it would be important enough to write about it.

You wanna hear a joke? Back then when she told me this face-to-face, I actually saw it as completely understandable in my innocence and cluelessness for him to man up and marry her.

Since wherever one was looking, the social pressure (especially from women in your familiar surroundings; mothers, aunts, sisters and so on) to marry a woman which got pregnant by him (without the slightest prove that the child being actually his, mind you) was so high and a given for men, that no-one dared to even thing about it – but just feared for life to have to tell her father.

Gas-lighting much, I guess … Thanks for reading! ♥

I’m a woman …

Before I'm going to drop you sweetheart my story on that, I have to rap your sweet heart over the knuckles (only figuratively speaking here, of course) … Stop taking us all for a fool by telling us a fib here!

You ain't just a woman. You're a full-blooded woman and lady, and a precious and pretty blessed one at it! ♥ Such a fine specimen of a woman with that dispositional ethics, attitude and stamp of mind. What a peach …

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