Why did God choose to give women all the pain? Does he really hate us that much?

First of all, it's the bible... everything in it is ridiculous.
Second, women got the pain by childbirth, men got the pain from "a life of toil"...

I don't. I run away

Jesting aside, (going from memory concerning previous girlfriends) usually we do whatever she wants to do, followed by an argument about how I'm always wrong, which means in order to keep the peace I have to avoid using the word "*****" despite it being the best and most practical word to use at the time, and instead tell her that yes, I am wrong and she is right (even when she's wrong and I am right).
I also have to avoid using the phrase "you're being irrational/emotional."
No scratch that, I have no avoid using any phrase that conveys the sense that she is somehow wrong or else I'll lose my testicles.

Playing up to someone like that, however, isn't the best way to continue a successful relationship, so eventually I get pissed off with her being a ***** and walk off before I tear her head off out of sheer frustration.

Help? There is no help. For the sake of the relationship I find it best to stay away, else I'll tear into her like there's no tomorrow. I simply run out of patience. As my mate would say, "god helps those who help themselves", and from my experience, women don't do enough to help themselves whilst they're on, and instead rely on me to do all the work (which I then get yelled at for doing wrong despite doing it exactly how I'm told.
"You're in a bit of pain? Have some paracetamol. Not enough? Quit whining and suck it up, I dropped a [insert heavy object] on my [insert body part] today and that hurts like ****. I have blood blisters, callouses, sunburn, bites from various kinds of flying insects, skin missing from fingers, and now, thanks to your incessant complaints about how I'm not being attentive enough despite the fact that I came home from work early just to pick you up a ****ING HOT WATER BOTTLE, I have a migraine too. Do you hear me complaining about it? No. You don't".

I've never had what can be classified as "a good experience" when it comes to dealing with women when they've got the decorators in, so my bitterness and short fuse concerning this, in my eyes, in entirely justified.
Doubtless you'll think otherwise seeing as, in this circumstance, you're taking on the role of "woman in pain who's boyfriend is currently yelling at me because I'm in pain", but still. I stand by my guns.

I have no problem being a woman's ***** for a few days whilst she's on her period, but god forbid she take the piss and think that she's the only one who's in pain. I suffer mental and emotional pain from the **** I've been put through at the hands of women who have communists in the funhouse, and all she has to suffer is a few cramps and a bit of blood. I know which I'd take any day.

Wow. I'm actually quite bitter. Huh. It's nice to talk about these things