I've been experiencing basically the female version of the anger phase. I'm angry that society taught me to repress all of my natural instincts and desires. I'm angry I have no choice but to work in a very masculine environment. I work hard but I wish I didn't have to go against my nature. I can feel the stress hurting my body.
I'm angry that men are understandably afraid of marriage since feminism and no-fault divorce.
I'm angry my parents' divorce hurt my ability for love. I'm angry most of my 20s were occupied with dealing with their lawsuits and flack and helping my younger siblings out of there, leaving me little time to seek a husband. I love my bf but I know if we met younger I would be less stressed about my own age.
I'm angry the women in my family are so angry at men and taught me terrible things about men.
I'm angry my schools spent so much energy in sex ed essentially teaching it in a way that suggested we were supposed to be promiscuous (one professors literally said he "hoped women would be promiscuous" for their own freedom or something.)
I'm angry that my parents also encouraged that and that everyone was so PC nobody had the courage to tell me the truth about being a woman, seeking a man, age, men not going to like you for being annoyingly witty and all that. Edit: I didn't know until last year that conception gets harder even though you still have periods. I was taught it's all good through menopause.
Not even one woman was a mentor. They all got divorced. Well ok my grandma might be a little bit. Feminist streak but old fashioned about dating. My mother mocks her about it all the time.
I'm angry my moms feminist agenda meant she had to hate makeup, shame me for liking boys.
Honestly I do try to forgive but sometimes I get so angry with society. I don't think I'm a victim now but all of us were lied to and I hate it.
How can I move forward and let this go? I feel it every day getting up and wearing smart business clothes with harsh lines and hearing people yell on the phone all day and everyone trying to get ahead, only to come home too tired to even cook for myself so I don't eat dinner.