I had been friends with a man for quite a few years – He was not a friend of choice, but we made the attempt to get along because of shared friends.
As a Child Free By Choice, I often make jokes about it to stave off the nosy busy bodies. One day I made an offhand quip in the hearing of said male friend and he went off at me – screaming, swearing and abusing me, breaking out all the anti-feminist bingo. It wasn’t scary because it was a long time coming, and I’d been prepared for such an outburst from him (he has control issues) for years.
His trigger was blindingly obvious – he’d just been made redundant after the birth of his latest child (highly religious, large brood), he was unable to find a job, and his wife had gone back to work, so he was experiencing the joys of being a full time stay at home dad for the first time in his life.
But it was just all #MFIF, my empty uterus was doing the emasculation.
We’re not friends any more.