My heart races, my chest hurts. I want to pull my hair out. My blood pressure increases and my face flushes. The pace of my breath quickens, surely the vein in my head is pulsating enough for the blind to see. Thump, thud, thump, thud… anxiety to the breaking point. I can see it now, I’m going to have a stroke. Lord have mercy, women are bad for my health.
Destiny


Destiny,
I’m not sure, but it sounds like you are generalizing one women into everywoman. Seems just a little all or nothing type thinking. However, I do hear your anger and frustration which I would be also.