“Men” have a lot of “justifications” for being non-empathetic shitheads. Especially when it comes to backing out of relationships with the sort of sleight of hand usually reserved for David Copperfield. “Oh, you know it’s just, I can’t be what you want me to be right now” or “I don’t have my shit together enough to be worthy of you” is the usual stock excuse for a “man’s” hands subtly squeezing out of the shackles that (he thinks) bind.
But, by this logic, no “man” is ever really “right” for a woman–at least not until he’s maybe around seventy, seventy-five years old and can finally stop searching around out there for something that doesn’t exist. This is why, as usual, Anna Nicole Smith was always ahead of the curve.