I once locked the front door of the apartment I lived in with my sister and her family, even though I was there watching television in the living room. My BIL and nephew came home, tried to open the door, had to use their key to get in, and berated me when they entered finally to find me sitting there. “Why TF did you lock the door if you are home?”
This sounded perfectly logical to them, two men, secure in their manliness.
I admit it! I was triggered. I looked at them angrily and replied “You can’t begin to understand that woman walk to their cars 10 feet from the store door, with keys clutched in their hand. Look under the car, into the backseat and then, and only then, open their car door.” “That entering the apartment a woman listens before entering, looks around her apartment for strange disturbances, checks the bathroom shower “just in case”. ” You don’t understand. Sitting in your apartment only feels safe once you’ve locked the door…and sometimes even that doesn’t save you from a determined man set on harming you physically.”
It must be soo nice to be a man and not have to consider ANY of these things..ALL DAY LONG.
Women are soo fucking tired.