I have the benefit of several great male friends. Some I have known for what seems like an eternity; others for only a few years. Some have graduate degrees, others high school diplomas. Some are married, others are not. Some live on the coasts, others in the middle.
And they all have the same, identical primary complaint in their relationships. I have heard it so much that I am sick to death of it. This is why good men leave. Or why they stay and resign themselves to terminal sadness and/or frustration.
Here it is. Read it. Learn it. Don’t do it.