I am so over mean moms. Dones-o. For real, why are women so mean to other women? You don’t see this with men. Men don’t judge and scoff at other men. They don’t comment on his dad jeans or if he looks tired. Women have a field day being straight up mean. Good grief, get a life!
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Mom pressure is intense and in your face. Social media doesn’t help. These women snub you at children’s parties. They do not engage with you if you are the new person in the room and turn their back on you. Women will make snarky comments about what you can afford or how frazzled you may appear. They exclude you from plans with your “friends.” They watch you struggle with a tantrum toddler. Their eyes sweep up and down at your entirety while in close whispered conversations. You could be standing next to them and all human decency polite standards are thrown out the window and you are ignored. If you try to engage them, your attempts are rebuffed.
I am not talking about varying friend circles. We cannot all be friends and spend time together. And you can have a close friend whose social circle is with another group of women that does not include you. Friendships overlap and intersect. I am referring to the women who are straight up not nice, engaging, or kind. In fact, they are outwardly and aggressively curt and rude.
What BLOWS MY MIND is other women tolerate this behavior. Somehow, these women have friends. And you can bet these “friends,” if mutual, are not sticking up for you in a significant line in the sand fashion. They may warn you or share just how unfortunate it is what she is saying about you. But speak up, oh goodness no. Then they, too, would be on the “outs!” It’s just better this way, Sally, to keep the peace. After all, young Charleton and Gables are classmates and we don’t want trouble.
Give me a break.
I wish I could say I am making this up. That this is fabricated from articles or speculation. It is real. Real as my fantastic 2nd hand boutique jeans I bought off Ebay for forty bucks. Go ahead and judge, Becky. If you wish to put your energies on me, then enjoy the show!
This post won’t change those women. It was not intended to influence their thought patterns. It can change YOU though.
Here is the one thing that can help. STOP CARING.
You may need to find yourself some new friends. Less friends. Better friends. Different friends. If you always crafted and bent yourself to fit a mold to sustain these “friendships,” then be brave to search elsewhere.
Quality only. And for all those women who we apologize for the “mess in the background” or “my windblown hair” on social media out of fear for the judgement, we don’t care. Do y’all hear me? We don’t care. Their opinions are none of our business. We are not going to apologize for an audience of women who are snickering at us. These women who judge you are self-vetting themselves out of the circle whose opinions should matter. Becky, you’re not getting the final rose.