@BearYouAskedFor@soigomaa And men initiate 100% of domestic abuse and murder suicide in marriages. Not to mention murder of the whole family including their kids.
@FLOWJamaica well it's been about 8months since Flow called me one day while I was home minding my own business and promised me a gift voucher. I signed up and no card even after several inquiries and promises. Can some one let me know if this was a scam?
@inikoriinyang Som men have been extremely traumatized and don't know what love is, so they look for it in these physical manifestations. They think bcuz u don't help u don't love them, some women eventually find themselves sick n dying n still have to "take care" of a man to prove her worth.
@ma1ybe Anybody ever seen any videos where they are disappointed that it's a boy? Personally, I have never. Am just saying...it speaks volume and it's not so long ago countries n cultures killed their girl babies. It's still a sad world, women facing doom even while they're in the womb
I love bombed him
In 2020 Before I met him, I was completely single
I just wanted to focus on myself… grow, heal, understand who I was without distractions cause I just finished school.
And honestly, I was doing fine.
Then 2021 came… and I met him.
I wasn’t even planning to fall in love, but somehow I did.
And when I did, I went all in.
I loved him loudly and Fully.
Without holding back.
I showed up in the best way I could because I told myself I wanted something serious since I was done with school
I didn’t want games.
I didn’t want confusion.
I just wanted something real… and I was ready to build it.
If I start listing all I did ehn… let me just keep it to myself (I guess we’ve all done mumu things for love anyways)
That’s how he started to question my love
He’d ask me,
“Why are you like this?”
“Is this even real?”
At first, I thought he was joking.
But he wasn’t.
He told me he had never experienced that kind of love before…
And that he couldn’t give me the same energy back.
I didn’t understand it.
In my head, love was something you give freely.
So I tried harder.
Loved him more.
Showed up more.
Proved myself more.
Thinking maybe, just maybe, he would see it and believe it
But the more I gave…
The more distant he became.
Until one day, he said it.
“I can’t love you the way you love me.”
And then the part that broke me the most:
“I don’t want to keep you for selfish reasons because I don’t believe you are real”
God knows I was real… I’m someone who doesn’t sit on the fence but no… he didn’t believe it cause he has never seen it before
That was the first time I learned something difficult:
Sometimes, it’s not that your love is too much…
It’s just too much for the wrong person.
I live in a country where the government has to instruct ADULTS tasked with overseeing the wellbeing and nurturing of our children.... To allow them to wear sweaters in darn near freezing weather.
"One day you'll meet a guy who tells you how his ex cheated on him, how she broke his heart, how he can't trust anyone anymore. He'll sound wounded, soft, and sincere, and you'll feel sorry for him.
You'll want to prove that you're different, that not all women leave or lie.
But My advice is? Run. It's a trap. Because most of the time he's not healed he's just carrying unprocessed pain, anger, and trust issues. And instead of fixing them, he'll slowly make you pay for what another woman did to him.
You guys ruined the women who dated for love. And you're mad you're stuck with the ones who only date for money.
You can't have it both ways.
You played the women who loved you genuinely.
You cheated on the women who were loyal.
You lied to the women who were honest.
You wasted the time of women who were serious.
You took their pure intentions and exploited them.
You used their love as a doormat.
You treated their loyalty like it was worthless.
You made them feel stupid for believing in you.
You broke their hearts and acted like it was their fault.
Those women learned.
They learned that love doesn't pay bills.
They learned that loyalty doesn't guarantee faithfulness.
They learned that being a good woman doesn't mean you'll be treated well.
They learned that giving their heart freely only gets it broken.
So they adjusted their strategy.
If men are going to use them anyway, they might as well benefit.
If relationships are transactional, they'll make sure the transaction is in their favor.
If love doesn't matter, money might as well.
If they're going to get hurt regardless, they'll get hurt in comfort.
And now you're complaining about it.
You're mad that women want financial security.
You're upset that women have standards about what you provide.
You're angry that women won't give you everything for nothing.
You're frustrated that women protect themselves now.
You created this.
You taught women that their love wasn't enough.
You showed them that being good to you meant being taken advantage of.
You proved that loyalty gets you cheated on.
You demonstrated that genuine love gets you played.
The women who dated for love still exist.
But they're hurt.
They're guarded.
They're cautious.
They're healing from men like you.
The women who date for money learned from watching their sisters suffer.
They watched good women get used.
They saw loyal women get cheated on.
They witnessed loving women get their hearts broken.
They learned the lesson without having to experience the pain.
You don't get to ruin one group and then complain about the other.
You don't get to break hearts and then demand softness.
You don't get to play games and then want something real.
You don't get to waste time and then expect someone's best years.
Men who genuinely loved and valued women aren't having this problem.
They're with women who love them genuinely.
They're in relationships built on trust and mutual respect.
They're experiencing the kind of love you're now complaining you can't find.
But you didn't value that when you had access to it.
You chose games over genuineness.
You chose variety over loyalty.
You chose ego over love.
You chose the streets over a good woman.
Now the streets are all you can attract.
The good women moved on, healed, and found better.
The good women learned to spot men like you from a mile away.
The good women protect their hearts now.
The good women require more than you're willing to give.
You're not a victim here.
You're reaping what you sowed.
You're experiencing the consequences of your choices.
You're dealing with the environment you helped create.
Want women who date for love?
Be a man worth loving.
Treat women like they're valuable, not disposable.
Be honest instead of playing games.
Build instead of destroying.
Until then, stop complaining.
You made this bed.
Now lie in it.
So you are telling me A 13yr old girl in Ethiopia was abducted and abused by a group of men but was rescued by lions when they heard her crying and protected her until the police came. The man vs bear argument had been upgraded to man vs lion. A literal wild animal saved a girl from men…. Literal humans!
A Westmoreland family still reeling from the effects of Hurricane Melissa are appealing to the public for assistance to save the life of their 13-year-old son who has been diagnosed with Stage 5 kidney disease.
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IF YOU ARE BLACK... PLEASE, PAUSE... AND HONOUR!
LET'S HONOUR MIDWIFE AND Doctor of NURSING PRACTICE.
JANELL GREEN SMITH.
She fought against Maternal Mortality so much.
Sadly, She would die of birth complications after the birth of her first child 😭😭😭... She died Jan 2... this year!
I'm honestly pained😭😭😭
Sati, an ancient Indian practice, involved widows sacrificing themselves on their husband's funeral pyres. While some widows embraced it willingly, believing in its spiritual significance, others were coerced or pressured into this act against their wishes.
Sati was a complex mix of beliefs, traditions, and societal dynamics. In 19th Century CE, the British Raj outlawed sati, pushing it into the shadows....
On December 4, 1829 CE, the winter sun hung low over Calcutta as a quiet revolution unfolded—not with muskets or barricades, but with a stroke of the pen. Lord William Bentinck, Governor-General of British India, signed Regulation XVII, abolishing the ancient practice of sati, the ritual immolation of Hindu widows upon their husbands’ funeral pyres. For centuries it had lingered in pockets of the subcontinent: a widow, often scarcely more than a girl, drugged or coerced, bound to the timber and swallowed by flame while priests chanted and crowds looked on. Travelers wrote of the screams; Indian reformers like Rammohan Roy begged for intervention. And now, at last, the ban had come.
The decree stirred fury among some Indian leaders, who insisted that custom was sacred, that outsiders had no right to interfere with the rituals of their civilization. But when Hindu priests confronted British General Charles James Napier, demanding the right to continue the practice in his jurisdiction, he delivered the most uncompromising reply ever uttered by a British officer in India. He listened patiently to their arguments, then said:
“Be it so. This burning of widows is your custom; prepare the funeral pile. But my nation has also a custom. When men burn women alive we hang them, and confiscate all their property. My carpenters shall therefore erect gibbets on which to hang all concerned when the widow is consumed. Let us all act according to national customs.”
The priests withdrew. No pyre was lit. Napier’s words—cold as a saber’s edge cut through the fog of cultural excuses and stand as a reminder that morality does not bow simply because tradition demands it.
It is fashionable today to say that all cultures must be understood on their own terms, that judgment is arrogance, that one civilization must never criticize another. But Sati was not a dance, a festival, or a dialect—it was the burning alive of a human being. And in our own age there are practices just as cruel, wrapped in the same protective cloak of “culture”: the forced genital cutting of young girls in parts of Africa and Middle East; Taliban’s brutal confinement of Afghan women; so-called “honor killings” in South Asia and the Levant; child brides in rural Yemen and northern Nigeria. These are not quaint customs. They are wounds inflicted on the defenseless—acts of domination masquerading as heritage. Napier understood what too few modern voices dare say aloud: that respect for cultures does not require surrender to barbarism.
On December 4, 1829, British ban on sati did not eradicate every immolation. But it marked a turning point—a moment when a government, imperfect as all governments are, drew a line and said: No more. And perhaps that is the lesson worth carrying forward. Admire the beauty and diversity of civilizations, yes—but never let reverence for culture smother the duty to protect the vulnerable. In the contest between tradition and the life of an individual, civilization stands or falls on the side it chooses.
Today, Sati stands as a haunting reminder of the struggles between tradition and personal freedom. Its legacy speaks to the resilience of those who sought to challenge its darkness and forge a new path ahead.
#archaeohistories
Client's kids are 28, 31, and 34.
She's sitting on $3.2M. Wants to leave it all when she dies.
I asked: "What will they need money for at 58, 61, and 64?"
Their mortgages will be paid. Kids will be grown. Retirement accounts funded.
Meanwhile, right now:
One is drowning in student loans
One can't afford a house in this market
One is planning a wedding on a shoestring budget
$50K today changes their lives. $50K at 60? It's a rounding error.
She's giving $30K to each this year. Watching them use it.
Die with your memories, not your money.