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I know some women will not want to reply to this, but I know me and a lot of men will honestly want to know the answer to this.
​Is this statement correct: 'Women love to feel the strength of a man she feels safe around and fully trusts.'
​After reflecting on things, I realized I am honestly a bit confused about how much assertiveness women actually prefer behind closed doors. I know everyone is different, but when it comes to that connection, do women generally lean towards a high-intensity, take-charge energy or slow, gentle romance?
​From my experience in one-off encounters, women prefer the first option. However, when in a relationship, this isn't really the case, and slow and passionate is preferred (according to my last relationship anyway).
​In my head, a person will go purely for excitement and what feels best in a one-off encounter, as there are no repercussions and you most likely won't see that person again. Therefore, you go purely for the most thrilling dynamic for you. Is there a shame/shyness that comes later in relationships? Do women actually prefer that bolder, more intense energy?
​Is this correct? And if so, why?
​I've added a poll below, but if you're comfortable please add a comment.

I've done some thinking and I've realized that my parents never raised me. They provided all the time but they didn't teach me things, spend time with me and when they did, my father never had 1 nice word, and when I say not 1 nice word, I mean not 1 nice word.

Every time, he scolds me over the tiniest thing and side-eye's at me, praying he finds something to scold me for again.

My mom is entirely submissive to him and joins in, despite her actually showing that she cares for me, unlike my dad who if my mom left him, would've been more than happy to leave me and my brother to fend for ourselves.

For this reason, it has been 16 years since I ate at a dinner table with them. I always took food to my room to avoid my fathers threats to beat me, him yelling at me me to shut up when I asked how his day was, and since my mom always got home hours after he did, he could treat me as bad as he wanted.

Once I grew and started going to the gym, his threats stopped. But his scolding remains, I dream of punching him in the face and telling him he's the worst father in the world.

I'm at my wits end with my father, I hate being around him, he's angry, he never says one nice thing and he's even gone as far as to ask my mother if I even need my medicine for my Cystic Fibrosis.

I am only just now realizing on my own, all that I missed out on from them giving up on me making it to 20 years old when I was born with Cystic Fibrosis. I love my mother, she's stood by me through everything but she just didn't have it in her to raise me at all.

She never even tried to raise me, she just insulted me until I was too big. And once I became a gun owner, he became afraid of me.

He should be, he pressed his hand against my head, calling me an embarrassment of a son and warning me not to test him as his breath reeked of beer one night camping when I was 11. If he did that again now, I'd show him who the weak one always was: Him

Did your parents raise you?