Why do men think they can make, or break a female person? I remember one of the first boys circling around me. He expressed this wish literally. I thought you broke horses. Not women. Naturally, I turned him down.
I loved horses though, my whole life.
Little I knew: my career in love was a compilation of adventures with men trying to crack me down. Take my last husband for example: he chose the woman he liked, me, then tried to alter her into the person he wished for. In the meanwhile I was busy living in a relationship, accepting him with all his imperfections, all his troubles. A human ‘behavioral pattern’ was born between the two of us, one you say ‘Your Highness’ to.
Now I’m done. I’m settled. Alone.