Oedipus Complex

I don't want to marry my mother, by no means, but I'd like to be with a woman just like her. Don't get me wrong, my mom is an amazing woman, but that's my daddy's woman. As long as I've known, my mom has been the primary breadwinner of the household, and in my youthful ignorance I could not understand how money did not equate to power. You see, my mom ran the household, she made the most money, she handled the day-to-day business, and my father, in his simple country demeanor didn't say too much, but when he put his foot down, I've never seen her question him.

Sometimes, I've even gone as far to question in my head that if she doesn't need him to survive, then why would she willingly submit to him, and his foolish thought patterns? I've even remarked that love must be a powerful thing to see her do that, but in my later years I have realized and yearned for the need for a man to be a man. While my dad doesn't make as much as my mom, he still comes home to a home-cooked meal at least four days out the week, and with my recent struggles I see how important that is. So, in my usual fashion, I leaned on my friends for a different perspective on that which I did not understand to get a better feeling on what's the right way to feel about such a subject matter.

I had a married female friend of mine who told me that her husband, the love of her life, was unemployed for the first 9 months of their union, and even though she felt the stresses of paying all the bills of the household, she still managed to cook for her man, take care of the kids, and keep the house clean. And when her man became frustrated by their situation and his inability to contribute, she dropped down to her knees, sucked his dick, and encouraged him that tomorrow was a new day. I was astonished at her dedication to this man, but even more shocked to learn her reasoning for engaging in such actions. She told me that she could have kicked him in the ass while he was down, but the household would function better with two incomes so she had to keep him on his grind and focused since she wasn't in the place where she could offer him suitable employment.

Then it hit me, that's what a real woman is, one who encourages her man to be the best that he can be, she doesn't belittle him for not matching up to his or her own expectations of what a man is/should be, but gets him to where she wants him to be and where he needs to be. She focuses on the good that he does, the happiness that he provides and overlooks his shortcomings because we are all human and she realizes the things that she puts him through. I immediately compared her to my mother and gained a whole new perspective on the woman who gave me life. Then I realized that not only did I desire a woman who like my mother was a thick yellow bone, but I wanted her to exude the same dedication that my mom showed to dad. And after realizing that point, I had another friend (male), who assured me that women like our mothers don't exist anymore...damn...