I used to think my dad just had a weird habit.
Every night, no matter how late it was, he’d check if I was asleep. Like actually come into my room, stand there for a second, then leave.
I remember pretending to sleep sometimes just to see how long he’d stay. Sometimes he’d fix my blanket, sometimes he’d just sigh and walk out.
As I got older, I thought it was kinda annoying. Like… why are you still doing that?
One night I finally asked him.
He just shrugged and said, “Just checking.”
Years later, my mom told me the real reason.
When I was a baby, I got really sick out of nowhere. Stopped breathing in my sleep. They barely made it to the hospital in time.
After that, he never fully trusted “quiet.”
So every night, for years… he just needed to see my chest rise at least once before he could relax. 🥹
Aucune ne voulait de lui comme duo à cause de son poids, mais quelqu’un a vu son potentiel et reconnu le champion en lui.
Au final ils ont tout les deux remporté la compétition 🥹❤️
There was a girl I truly liked back in university. She liked me too.
But when I asked her out, she gently declined. She said she had sickle cell.
At the time, I didn’t understand why that should stop us. To me, it didn’t change anything. I really like her.
Two years after I graduated, I tried calling to congratulate her when her set was finishing. Her line was switched off.
I reached out to her classmates.
That was when I heard she had passed away just a few days after their project defence.
I was numb for days.
Then it all made sense. Maybe she was protecting me. Maybe she didn’t want me to carry the weight of hospital visits, pain crises, and uncertainty. Maybe she didn’t want to tie anyone to a battle she was quietly fighting.
Some people love you enough to walk away.
I remember watching a stand up comedian one day and he said, “you hear a lot about crazy ex girlfriend stories, mostly funny ones at that, but hardly ever any crazy ex boyfriend ones. Ever wonder why?” People laughed and he paused. “Because most women don’t make it out alive.”
One time I missed my period. I panicked. I told him.
He was quiet.
Then he said, “So what are you going to do?”
I said, “WE? What are we going to do?”
He replied, “I’m not ready to be a father.”
Okay.
But the funny part is, this is the same man who was always saying: “I want a baby with you.” “You’d be a good mother.” “I want to put a baby in you.”
So you want to put it in… but you don’t want to take care of it?
I went to the clinic. Turns out it was stress.
When I told him I wasn’t pregnant, he was suddenly happy. He even said, “Thank God.”
I stared at him. Then I smiled.
Because that day I realized, some men don’t love you. They love the benefits of you.
And the moment responsibility shows up, they start acting like victims.
I left him shortly after. Not because of the scare… but because I saw the future and it looked like single motherhood.
My aunt got married at twenty-one because everyone said it was “the right time.” She didn’t hate her husband. She didn’t love him either. She just learned how to live with him.
She woke up early every day to cook, clean, and take care of everyone before herself. When she was tired, they called her lazy. When she was quiet, they called her cold. When she cried, they said she was being dramatic. So she stopped crying.
Instead, she started saving small pieces of herself in quiet ways. She read books late at night when everyone was asleep. She took online classes on her phone. She kept a notebook hidden in her drawer where she wrote the life she wished she had.
Years later, she helped her daughter apply to college in another city. She filled out every form, made every call, and cheered louder than anyone when the acceptance letter came. At the celebration, people praised her for being “such a good mother.”
But I knew the truth.
She didn’t just raise a daughter. She raised the version of herself she was never allowed to be.
Donc là, les États-Unis ��🇸 se retirent de l’OMS, l’affaire Epstein éclate, et tout à coup :
>Cancer de la vessie (traitement trouvé)
>Cancer du sein (traitement trouvé)
>Cancer de l’œsophage (traitement trouvé)
>Cancer de la prostate (traitement trouvé)
>Cancer du foie (traitement trouvé)
>Cancer colorectal (traitement trouvé)
>Cancer de la thyroïde (traitement trouvé)
>Cancer du poumon (traitement trouvé)
>Cancer de l’estomac (traitement trouvé)
>Cancer du col de l’utérus (traitement trouvé)
>Alzheimer (traitement trouver sur souris)
Bon par contre j’aime trop la vie. Si je fais une “mort subite du nourrisson”, vous savez d’où ça vient, mon pressing est trop intense.😂
Women are always told to carry keys between their fingers. Cover their drinks. Watch how much they drink. Never walk alone at night. Carry pepper spray. But why aren’t men being told to treat women better and make them feel safe?
Tu découvres le remède qui guérit l’un des cancers les plus incurables avec des chances de survie quasi nulles et au lieu de te remercier les gens se moquent de ta malformation génétique. Vous méritez tellement rien.
Ever since my mom told me about a patient who got HIV from the man she married as a virgin, I decided I would never accept cheating.
This isn’t a made-up story. I know this woman.
She was a virgin when she got married. She started getting sick repeatedly. My mom asked her to run tests. That’s when we found out she had HIV from her husband.
The worst part? He didn’t even know. He was just sleeping around, “having fun.”
That’s why I will never touch a community penis with a ten-foot pole. If I find out a man is cheating, I don’t care if we have 20 kids, I will leave everyone and move on.
I can stay through sickness, loss of money, depression.
But I will never stay with a cheating man. I love my life too much for that.