Not all men are assholes, only one.

I am incredibly lucky to have wonderful men in my life.  First and foremost my amazing dad.  He has an enormous heart, wonderfully creative mind and a jovial memorable personality.  He has his faults of not being able to keep a secret, always guesses exactly what is in a wrapped present, holds onto everything and I love all these things about him.  My brother who can make anyone laugh at anytime, a classic gentleman, compassionate and a true original.  My uncles, Ed who is generous, driven, has an incredible work ethic and enjoys sparking politically charged conversations.  Joe who adores his family, loves music and cooks with the most passion and love of any person I know.  Charlie who is kind, insightful and has a beautiful calm spirit.  To the many of my parents friends who I have grown up with that are genuinely good hearted.  The incredible husbands of my friends and my single male friends both old and new who posses integrity and appreciate what really matters in life.  My soon to be ex-husbands father a savvy business man with the courage and strength to battle cancer, loves a project and would do anything for his grandkids.  My brother in law who is warm hearted, always has a smile for you and breaks it down to what is real.  Marriage isn’t easy for anyone and all deal with the struggles of balance with careers, family, friends, hobbies, wife’s or girlfriends.  Don’t get me wrong I know each has their unique flaws and challenges, they leave their shoes in the middle of the floor, can’t remember next weeks plans and never get to fixing that one thing you asked.  Although they have their moments they are wonderful, caring and most of the time thoughtful men with hearts of gold.  Honest, sincere and dependable men exist and I am happy to have a great many of them in my life.  Thank you for showing me what a true man is.  Okay the real thank you, because of each of you, I am not that crazy woman that hates men, has 10 cats, knits and has joined a Wiccan society.   I’ll keep my one cat, won’t take up knitting until I’m 60 and really who can actually cast a spell unless your Mr. Potter.  Phew, thanks guys.