Coping With Breakup: Why Men Dump Women

Coping With Breakup

When, coping with breakup, often men dump women, but why? I have often found myself asking this question. The usual reasons are generalities like problems of communication, poor hygiene, explosive raving, scratching in public, screaming like a hyena, nose picking, and public flatulence.Face it, there are many reasons why men dump women while coping with breakup.

Rather than taking the usual tact on why men dump women, I have in mind something more fundamental. I will explore how some women can act weird, loopy, and outrageous--possessed, nutty, goofy--certifiable.

Coping With Breakup: Martial Arts, Boa Constrictors and Wild Horses

A case in point: I once dated a young woman—a martial artist who liked to perform karate forms in the nude, with a boa constrictor wrapped around her arm.

This same woman invited me to go horseback riding at her home, where she selected Brandy for me to ride--Brandy, the wildest horse in her stable...Brandy who nearly rubbed me into a tree. What did my friend do ? She laughed. I left.

Coping With Breakup: Voodoo and Strange Visions

Then there was Millicent, not her real name, who introduced me to her father who was into Voodoo and making magic masks of people so he could control them. Millicent began telling me about having recently seen my father. (My father had been dead for ten years.)

She disappeared for years and when I saw her reemerge in my neighborhood, she looked like an old man. We had some wine and she screamed at me: "Am I a man or a woman?" I said, "You are a woman."

"Liar," she screamed. And she threw the bottle of wine at me.

Coping with Breakup and the Restaurant Crazies

Then there was Roseanne (not her real name) who went into rages every time we went to a fine restaurant. She would invariably find something wrong with the bill, accuse the restaurant of cheating her, and refuse to leave a tip. If they tried to ignore her, she stood on her table and shouted her monologue. This is why men dump women, I thought.

Then there was Veronica (not her real name), who invited me to her mansion in Gross Point Farms. She told me her mother was poisoning her by lacing her sherbet with dog droppings. Veronica later jumped out of a third story window. It was unnecessary to dump her. She had dumped herself.

I should have avoided Irene (not her real name)--the femme-fatal, the black widow, the hydra. The signs were all there. She had seduced her psychiatrist, her minister, her professor, her captain whom she loved mushing it up with while she was racing his high speed speedboat.

Irene did the same on a motorcycle with her then boyfriend. The first day I met her, she mushed it up with me while I navigated through a traffic nightmare. But this was all a warm up. Her target at the time was to seduce the mayor of Detroit. She became another reason for men to dump women while coping with breakup.