My Boyfriend is asleep on my couch. I’m jealous and angry as hell.

So I’ve been reading stories and stories and stories about the worthlessness of men. Just like this one. I am a grown woman, with a career, with children, and still some sad part of my heart is hurting. I am angry and jealous because I can’t seem to understand why my partner is not like the men of the past. My jealousy goes so far that I’m going to go outside right now and hug a tree. I am sickened by the thought of sleeping with him in the same bed as him. I am asleep at the wheel. I can’t understand that he somehow expects me to be there for him when he is in no rush to be there for me. I’m tired of this man. I want him to leave but I still feel the need to be a nurturing mother to him. I want to cut my hair off and be a man. I am angry. I am sick of this hurt. I am going to hug my tree.