Why I'm Glad I Never Became That MC's Girlfriend

This is all speculation from events I have witnessed in the past, things I've been told, observations I have made on my own, and only pertain to one specific person.  I am not referring to every MC I know, because I know not all of them are like him.

I was on my way to meet my girl friend for dinner the other night and reasons why I'm relieved that I ended my relationship with someone who became an MC started popping into my head.
Granted, MC or not, he treated me like shit.  I've gotten past the heartbreak of leaving him for the most part and it's easy to remember the good times we had together...but sometimes anger still surfaces - at him for being utterly disregarding of how his words and actions affected those around him, and myself for being so deluded about our relationship.
The path he chose is a downward spiral, (not all related to having become an MC, either.)  The second I realized I wanted no parts of it - that I have my whole life ahead of me, I have potential to make something of myself, I have love to shower on someone who deserves it and will return it - the darkness, gloom, and anxiety faded away.

"You're right - I am young.
I have my whole life ahead of me.
I don't want your bullshit.
I don't need your bullshit.
FUCK your BULLSHIT."

And I made my point by walking out of his life forever, which was the smartest thing I could have ever done.

So while driving to dinner that night I realized, if I had been that MC's girlfriend, I would not have necessarily been able to have him join my friend and I.  It dawned on me just how drastically my life would have changed for the worse and these are my reasons why:

• Most well-respected establishments do not permit hard colors.  So there would go dinners at high class restaurants, drinks at ritzy bars, even drinks at most dive bars, getting into concerts and shows without being given a hard time, etc.
• I like to flirt, boyfriend or not, and that, God forbid, is not tolerated.
• I would have been blatantly disrespected because he would have run around on me.  (Shit, he fucked anything that would let him even when we were seeing each other.)  I would never stand for being run around on, because that, as it was explained to me, they are "allowed" to do, and more or less encouraged to.  It killed me to see women considered a "girlfriend" overlook it, even go as far to accept it, women who I thought had some sort of self respect.  I'm sorry, but when I heard that even his boys consider him a big whore, I thought, "Wow, it has got to be worse than it ever was."  *Side note - he and I never claimed exclusivity.  I had my own fun behind his back, sometimes even going as far to rub it in his face which, in retrospect, made me no better than him.
• Family functions?  Forget it.  
• I can just see how life would have become like constantly walking on egg shells.  It didn't matter how much fun I had hanging out with a particular group of people.  It didn't matter how much I enjoyed flirting with his "brothers," (which apparently was not a big deal because I didn't carry the "girlfriend" title and the boys either respected him or me, or I had managed to make it crystal clear that it was flirting and nothing more, I don't know, I never really could tell.)  Why would anyone choose to live their life constantly watching their own back or being responsible for watching someone else's?
• Drama drama drama.  Stupid drama.  That's all that was ever going on.  I was never involved, but I guarantee if I was a girlfriend, I'd be dragged in unwillingly or not.  I rolled my eyes behind his back so many times I thought they were going to end up permanently stuck to the back of my lids.  Who has time for that shit?
• I would have never known what he was doing, where he was going, or where he was coming from.  He hid everything from everyone.
• Word on the street now is that said MC is back to being an addict after several years of sobriety.  That's a pill that was quite difficult for me to swallow (pun intended.) As upset as I was when I found out, I have since let it go because a)  I have no control over him, and b)  He's a grown man that is responsible for his own decisions.  In addition to constant worry that he'd disappear for good one day, I'd be worrying about whether or not he was on the bike fucked up, whether or not he was around his kids high out of his mind, fearful of the awful mood swings I had seen from him before, and of course a phone call in the middle of the night telling me that he had OD'ed or waking up to find him dead next to me.
• I am rambunctious, outspoken, and happy-go-lucky for the most part.  I never hesitated to call him out, even in front of the boys, but that surely would have changed had I been given the girlfriend title.  Why be in a relationship where I can't speak my mind?  I did that once already, and once is enough.
• The bullshit would have driven me utterly insane and turned me into someone I'm not.  Looking back on it, I can't blame the one girl who whacked her old man upside his head with a frying pan, or the other one who ran her car into her old man's garage door and caused a couple grand's worth of damage.  I'm not proud to say that I have no doubt in my mind this guy would have pushed my sanity over the edge and I would have ended up burning his fucking house down, but the level of the mind-fucking game that he plays on probably would have resulted in me being arrested for arson. 

To sum it up cut and dry, I am a gorgeous 29 year old woman with no baggage.  I have no ex-husbands, no children, a great job and the potential do whatever I set my mind to.  I am well-educated, come from a wonderful family, I have a beautiful little nephew that  I would die for.  Why the fuck would I have even considered throwing all of that away for someone who has no regard for anyone or anything around him?  Why would I consider letting those of a lesser caliber into my life?  As much as I thought I'd be okay with his new found lifestyle, it's not me.  I have plenty of friends who genuinely care for me and plenty of friends whose bikes I can jump on the back of and not have to worry about my safety.  If I was forced to pick the lesser of two evils, I'd have rather been an old-school mob wife - at least I know I'd have been showered with gifts, cash, nice cars, fancy dinners and pretty dresses.