I just finished reading an article by one of my favorite bloggers Simone Grant and she really got me thinking. You see ,I have mommy issues. My birth mother (as I call her) bailed on my 3rd birthday. My father, a good man, dated another woman on and off for over 30 years. I called my father’s girlfriend, “mom”. Now I’m not sure why. She wasn’t particularly nice to me nor was she very maternal. She played the part well in public and for many years played it well in front of my father. But fissures of her sanity began to emerge and the sociopath that she really was finally came to light last year. So, needless to say, I no longer call her “mom”. Most women have always held a very tenuous standing in my book, meaning I could take them or launch them at anytime. Maybe this is why my blog comes across so cynical, as another one of my favorite bloggers, Lennie Ross, commented in one of her posts. I’m ok with being cynical and a little brash. I prefer to call it honest, though! Whenever a woman has a problem with men they call it “Daddy Issues”. I contend that I have “Mommy Issues” as I have problems in my relationships with women. I tend not to trust women. I find them demanding, selfish, whiners; caricatures from an episode of Desperate Housewives. Not all, but a vast majority, irritate me and I caution to call many of them “friend” (so If I call you friend, and you’re a woman, you are in an elite class). I used to think, as you can read in a previous post, this was because my father raised me. That somehow I became the “man whisperer”. And maybe, that has something to do with it, but after Simone’s article, I believe the truth lies somewhere in the middle.