Today I turned 56.
All my life I have loved them.
I have done everything I can to to please them, and make them happy.
I have rarely been without one.
Looking back, I don't know why.
I have let it slide for a very long time, and refused to admit or accept it.
Today on my 56th birthday, I am going to face it, and finally admit it to myself after all these years.
There is no more denying it.
I have stood on my head and looked at it.
I have tried a microscope.
I have looked from near and afar.
There's no way, no how, that anyone can now, or ever convince me otherwise.
Today I will accept that which has been known for eternity, yet unwillingly faced by my mind that has always given the benefit of the doubt.
Today, I give up.
I will no longer sugar coat that which refuses to be sugar coated.
I will admit it to God, the world and everyone.
I will climb to the highest mountain, and shout from the top of my lungs the understanding that I will now relent to, and that is this:
Women are batsh!t crazy!