Father traumas are everywhere. You are not alone in this resentment.

As many men in modern societies, I have witnessed these pains from the wounded feminine. And I would say this applies to a lot of women (and men). Men see the effects as demands and expectations, many times unrealistic and/or contradictory in nature. This is not meant as criticism towards women or to glorify masculine reactivity. Men must continue to focus on their work; set goals, clarify purpose, accomplish, provide, staying attuned to both the environment and our bodies. Less distractions like inhumane work schedules and chasing women/sex.

Signs of father wounds in women:

1. The demand for perfection. Although most men want a reflection and being measured to know if we are on track, unrealistic demands can have a devastating effect on men’s self-worth, and serves as a breeding ground for toxic masculinity and incel culture.

2. The trust issue. I would be bold enough to claim that what a man loves in a woman is her vulnerability and openness. But trust is gained in drops, and lost in buckets. Trust issues can keep men on the edge, always in the need to prove they can be trusted. Look at it as a test on your patience. On the other side, men can also see and feel the traumas left in women by previous relationships and/or father wounds. Be empathetic, it’s not easy to be a trusting woman nowadays.

3. A naive woman is a sexy red flag. Innocence has a sexy connotation, but apart from that, I have never quite understood why womem’s naïveté triggered me so much and why they would carry an extreme fear of being alone/single. Jumping into new relationships and underestimating the intentions of other men. We have to accept our differences; men are usually fixed and women are usually fluid. See it as a challenge: Naïveté is where the man steps up in love; from listening to leading.

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Eclipse

Reasoning, lost at first sight

Breath, grasping for a sense of peace

Ears, receptive to any sound vibration

Touch, heavenly reminder of warmth

Mind, overthinking and articulating

Thoughts, not finding their usual pathways

Feelings, screaming softly like windshield wipers

Eyes, lubricated and spongy

Words, trying to penetrate their way out through my glued lips

Destiny, working in mysterious ways

Eclipse, surrendering to a familiar emptiness