Hardwork is good, but favour hits differently. Favour brings ease. It gives you an advantage.
There would be no logical way to explain how things just fall in place for you. Also, the unusual access & acceptance by men.
I truly pray the grace for favour rests on you🙏🏻.
@Daniel890680121 Sometimes, they disrespect and disregard you to make themselves comfortable. It's not always about other people. Sometimes, it's just selfishness and an overinflated ego.
I don't know who needs to hear this but know that repeated negative behaviours are not mistakes, they are decisions that do not consider your feelings. They are not confusions but confessions of selfishness, disrespect, and nonchalance. Don't be a victim of unkind time wasters.
REAL TALK ABOUT PEOPLE:
1. Weak people are cruel. That’s how you know they’re weak.
2. The dumbest person in the room? They won’t shut up.
3. Miserable people are jealous people. Period.
4. The most irrelevant ones walk around like they own the place.
5. You want to know if someone’s wise? Watch how they handle pressure. They’re calm.
6. Strong people are kind. Always. Because they don’t need to be anything else.
7. The smartest guy in the room? He’s quiet. He’s listening. He’s learning.
8. Happy people aren’t loud about it. They’re just… living.
Normalize not forcing your importance in someone's life. Let people do what they want so you can see what they'd rather do. If someone doesn't see the value in having you by their side, don’t try to convince them.
People think healing is soft. But healing is violent. Because nothing is scarier than waking up one day and realizing... your whole personality was just a trauma response. That your calm was actually suppression. Your independence was built on not being able to rely on anyone. Your perfectionism was just fear in disguise. Healing means grieving the version of you who did what she had to just to feel safe. And letting her go is the hardest part.
When we were still courting and talking about the kind of marriage we wanted, one of the agreements we made was that we would never have separate bedrooms.
Not because we couldn’t afford them. Not because we wanted to monitor each other. But because we knew that two imperfect people living together would definitely offend each other from time to time.
So we made a simple rule.
No matter how annoyed, angry, frustrated, or stubborn we were, we would still sleep in the same bed.
Our reasoning was simple, it is very difficult to maintain serious anger when the person you are angry with is right beside you. At some point during the night, your feet will touch. An arm will cross over. Somebody will steal the blanket. Somebody will cough. Somebody will turn and accidentally bump into the other person.
Before long, the silence starts feeling unnecessary.
For over 14 years now, that simple agreement has worked for us.
I’m not saying we don’t disagree. We do.
I’m not saying we don’t get upset. We do.
But we have never gone to bed so angry with each other that we carried it into another day. Somehow, between the conversations, the laughter that sneaks back in, and simply sharing the same space, the anger usually loses its strength before sunrise.
Maybe that’s why I’ve never really mastered the art of malice.
And for all the kings and queens of MALICE out there, maybe stop drafting tomorrow’s anger today. You might discover that being forced to share a bed with the person you love is sometimes the therapy your stubborn heart needs.
"Marry someone you can suffer with."
I used to think this quote was so sad.
Now I understand it. Real love isn't candlelit dinners & flowers all the time. Marriage is built in the ordinary moments & the hard seasons. It's who holds you when you're drowning & builds you a boat.
Yes, I agree.
I've seen it happen.
It's not the easiest to navigate but when you eventually find your footing and deal with the triggers, your relationship will be the healthiest you ever had.
Some relationships don't need to end.
They need to start over. Not because the love wasn't real. But because the version of you that started it, isn't the version you are now. A season of disconnection doesn't always mean it's over forever.
Sometimes it means both people needed space to grow without pulling each other apart in the process. We treat distance like a death sentence.
Sometimes starting over is the only way to move forward. Not back to who you were. Not back to old patterns. But forward, with clearer boundaries, better language, deeper understanding. Some love has to be reintroduced. Relearned.
Rechosen.
I see a lot of conversations about gender roles on the timeline these days.
Truthfully, I believe some roles naturally come easier to one person than the other. But I also believe marriage is not a competition. Sometimes it is simply about supporting your partner in ways that make life easier for both of you.
Before my husband and I got married, I was very honest with him about something.
There were certain chores I had never done in my life. Not only had I never done them, I had absolutely no interest in learning them.
I told him plainly, “If this is going to be a problem, let us discuss it now because I don’t want surprises after marriage.” I even suggested that if it became necessary, we could always pay someone to do it.
My husband looked at me and said, “Why would we do that? I’ll do it.” I laughed. Not because I didn’t believe him.
I just thought it was one of those sweet things people say before marriage. You know the kind.
The promises that sound beautiful during courtship and mysteriously disappear after the wedding.
Well, here we are over 14 years later. Not once has this man asked me to do those chores. Not once. Not even a “Can you help me this one time?”
Nothing.
The funny thing is that after years of watching him do it, I eventually learned how to do it myself. Every now and then I would feel guilty and offer to help.
His response was always the same. Don’t worry about it. Just sit there and keep me company. Imagine that. I came to help and got reassigned to the position of Official Companion.
So there I would sit, talking, laughing, giving completely unnecessary commentary while he worked. Sometimes I wonder if that was his plan all along.
Maybe he knew that if he kept doing it long enough, one day I would learn by watching. Or maybe he simply meant what he said.
What I know for sure is that he kept his word. And in a world where people make promises they never intend to keep, I think that’s one of the most beautiful gifts you can give your spouse.
Not the chore itself. Not the task. The consistency. The fact that fourteen years later, your actions still match your words.
Marriage has taught me that love is often found in the small things people do repeatedly without keeping score.
And sometimes, love looks like a husband telling his wife, “Don’t bother. Just sit there and keep me company.”
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