Do Men call all the shots? Do they get the final say? Why do they get to hurt me?

I been battling depression as most of you know, well those select few that have been taking the time out to read my blogs, poems or the story Speak that I posted up. But for those women out there reading, why is it that mean think can just call all the shots?

Drop us and pick us up whenever the hell they feel like it, like we are objects, instead of a young woman with feelings? They hurt repeatedly for no reason at all, and then when they need something, I am supposed to get on my knees and give them everything, when they can't even make it to my front door?

I am so tired of them treating me one way and then wondering why I never ever want to talk to them. I tell them the honest truth and then all the sudden they think that I am over reacting; that I have no reason to be mad. Are their heads literally so far up their asses that they can't see straight?