Girlfriend or Whore: What's the defining line?

Recently I had a conversation with someone over what a woman scorn is due. Specifically what a woman is entitled to when a long term relationship ends. I say it depends on what she put into the relationship, what was given up for the sake of the relationship and whether she benefited overall from having been in the relationship. Say women stays with a man without marriage for whatever reason for 15 years at the end of which she is asked to leave. During the course of the relationship the woman in question was happy and treated well. She was obviously contented with the fact that this man had no intention of marrying her or he would have done so long ago. This is evident from the fact that she choose to stay with him without the presence of a formal commitment. However, during this time the womans career was elevated due directly to her association with this man and is now a sought after professionally in her own wright. She was given the chance to earn gainfull employment and experience she would not have gotten without her then boyfriends help. At the end of the relationship she was not only in a better finical position than when she met him but a better professional position as well.

Why then, instead of thanking him for all his help and support in her career, does she takes him the court? Services rendered? Back pay? Lose wages? Emtional distress? In any of these things were true she would have been the one to end things. Not him. Did she make decisions regarding her future based off broken promise from him? No. Did give up opportunities that would have enriched her career to elevate his? No. Was she forced or tricked into staying in the relationship under false pretenses? No. So what the hell is her problem? I'll tell you her problem. She invested her heart and it got broken. Sad yes. Grounds to sue. No. Instead of merely catering this woman for 15 years he gave her the means to support herself both now and in the future. He taught her how to fish and not just how to order one. Where's the fucking gratitude? No relationship is promised to last forever. It's an investment we all make without any guaranty of a return. But will do anyway because we believe it's worth the risk. Sometimes it is and sometimes it isn't. So you cry and yell and sulk. You don't sue! When you choose to go down this vengeful road you go from being a hurt ex-girlfriend to a jilted dismissed whore who a man is willing to pay just to get rid of. Like the old saying goes: You don't pay a whore to fuck you, you pay her to leave.

Now if that man is who he is and has what he has because of you, damn right you are entitled to your share. If he made promises to you that shaped what path your life took to HIS benefit, damn right he needs to pay. But lady's if YOU are in better shape on your own walking away than you were walking in, take the gain and leave with your head held high and your dignity in tack.

Random Thoughts

I don't know were to start. I have gone through a lot of changes lately. Professionally and personally. So much so that it's beginning to effect me physically. This must stop. Shit is always going to happen. I know this. I also know that I hate change. Well maybe not change in and of itself. I hate to deviate from a well thought through plan due to outside forces beyond my control. So I guess my real issue is not being able to control everything in my own little world which makes being me damn near impossible. Aww! I just want something, anything to go the way I plan for it to. I'm not that hard to please. Ok. That's a lie. But no one is harder on me about my failures than I am on myself. And now I'm rambling. I justed needed to vent for a second. This blog is more of a sounding board than anything else. Still glad to have it. Sometimes you just need to let it out.
I've been thinking about putting some kind of structure to my random thoughts and committing them to print. There may even be something in here that would be of interest to someone besides me. There's a story that keeps bouncing around in my head. It's been doing so for a while. Like it's waiting to get out. I don't know. What da you think?