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Misogamy

Misogamy: The hatred or dislike of marriage. Also known as the fear of commitment. This behavior is found most often in TV but when seen in real life there is the theory that it is the result of previous marriages gone wrong or an unhappy family life. A trait seen is the act of shutting down a relationship before it gets too serious.

"That common cold of the male psyche, fear of commitment." Richard Schikel

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I have problems, I know. No one's without issues, no me or you or anyone I know. Andore has something buried in his smiles and cheer, something serious and brilliant and twisted. Breo is more upfront about it, as with everything. I'll just stand back and not get involved. He has a different girlfriend every few months. Justifying the lack of a relationship with flaws that were not apparent or perhaps not even there. I don't like the girls he brings but even still I'm concerned. He can't even entertain the thought of being intertwined with anyone with the hopes of finding love. Going through girls like tissues and getting older with every year, he's running out of time for love.

Another blonde is in his arms tonight. This is obviously some sort of problem. Maybe I shouldn't just watch anymore. Maybe I should go close to him and try to make everything better. He still hates me though. I don't think that he'll like it if I say a word. So I won't say anything to him at all. Breo kisses the new girl goodnight and walks over to me.

"Glad you didn't hit her." He snarls.

I turn from him and walk off.

"HEY! Where do you think you're going?" He screams.

I continue at the pace until the blonde grabs my shoulder and pulls me back.

"What's wrong with you?" He asks.

"Simple, misogyny." I reply.

Staring at me Breo opens his mouth.

"Then you're just a pig." Are the words that bubble out.

I don't care. I don't care. I don't care if he hates me. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care if everyone hates me. It doesn't matter if everyone hates me.

I walk off again and he opens his phone and calls someone. I sit on my bed and do the only thing I seem to be able to do right. I analyze. He likes women but he can't commit so they leave him and he gets depressed until he meets another girl. So there is a pattern it seems. In order to stop the cycle he must go back to when it began. His parents were divorced he said a while back. Maybe he thought that marriage ruined love. Of course how would I ever prove or disprove this theory without contact/observation? I can't speak to him, can't look at him. He is ashamed of me and I am ashamed of myself. What about this flawed world we live in? Can anything live unscathed? Can he be fixed? That is the question that can be answered only through experimentation/interaction. I can do neither as long as I feel the way I do about his girls. I can do nothing. Poor Breo's running out of time for love.

Andore comes to see me.

"How do you feel about the kiss?" He asks.

This is irrelevant right now.

"I feel fine. I don't understand why you did it though. But right now I have something to deal with, something that I ruined. I think I ruined Breo's life. I think he has problems that I need to solve but can't because I'm scared."

"Scared of what exactly?"

"One of these girls hurting him and him never being the same."

Andore flashes a grin.

"Thanks for telling me the reason."

"Reason for what?"

"I'm not telling!"

"Alright then. Could you please help me?"

Andore smiles with too many teeth and grabs my hand.

"Of course!"

"Good. I need you to wear this earpiece and repeat what I say. Alright?"

"Yeah sure."

I put the little speaker in his hand. He puts it in his ear and flashes me a smile.

After Breo comes home Andore walks up to him.

"Hey Breo!" He chirps.

"Um, hi Andore. What do you want?" Breo asks.

"Tell me why you aren't going to get married."

"A piece of paper doesn't prove love."

"Doesn't mean that the girls you date aren't terrified that you'll leave them in a heartbeat and they would have nothing to show for it."

"I would leave them regardless of a piece of paper if I wanted to."

"Yeah but you won't even move in with them. It seems like all you want is their, how do I say, assets."

"Oh my God, is that what you think?"

"No, it's what they think. They must be terrified that you don't really like them and are going to throw them away like trash."

Breo sits down in shock.

"Please Breo don't do this to yourself. You're running out of time for love. Find someone and hold onto them tight so they can't leave and you can't either."

Breo stops and stares at Andore.

"Jean okay! I'll try! I'll try! I know you're the one telling Andore to do this, he hates me."

I walk out with my hands up.

"Right you caught me red-handed." I smile.

I brace myself for the inevitable. He runs forward and wraps his arms around me. The blonde cried into my arm.

"Why are you crying?" I ask him.

"Because you are so stupid. I only dated those girls for your benefit and yet you still try to fix my misogamy." Breo cries.

Andore glares at him.

"I don't want to get married! It doesn't mean anything at all! Even if I loved anyone I wouldn't prove it through laws and rules! I tried to fall in love with someone else but you are too distracting to allow it!" Breo continues.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask him.

"It means I like you. I tried to fall in love but they always became my friends. All those girls on my phone are friends of mine. I can't love anyone else."

I hug him back.

"You could have just told me." I smile.

Andore hugs Breo as well.

Well I suppose it's a good thing that Breo's girlfriends were only friends. I won't have to deal with them. Of course I still have to get over my pathological hatred of women. I still have to cure myself. If I can be fixed then the world is brighter than I thought. I will try harder than I ever have to do it.