The older I get, the more I see why it’s important to only keep people around who have the same morals, manners, and sense of consideration as you. It’s not being picky, it’s protecting your peace. When you reach a certain stage in life, chaos and disrespect just aren’t entertaining anymore. You start craving calm, mutual respect, and people who move with the same kind of heart as you do.
You can tell a lot about a person by what they do after hurting you. Some apologize. Some reflect. Some change. And some will rewrite the entire story in their head just to avoid feeling guilty. Accountability is rare because protecting the ego is easier than becoming better.
The key to living a comfortable life is confrontation and chaos actually. You have to say no. You have to tell people to fck off. You have to be mean in necessary situations.
A working husband comes home to rest, while a working wife comes home to start her second shift. The problem isn’t women’s independence, it’s men’s dependence.