Men are the real gold diggers. they expect you to give them your body, play maid, cook their meals, raise their kids, clean their mess, pamper their fragile egos, and take the brunt of emotional labor, all while holding down a job and splitting the bills
I love my mother But I don't want to be like her. I love my father. But I don't want a husband like him. I loved my childhood. But I don't want my children to grow up the way I did.
Until you address me directly, you do not have an issue with me. You have an issue with yourself. I don’t respond to whispers, assumptions, side comments, or conversations held in rooms I’m not standing in. If it was serious enough to speak around me, it should be mature enough to bring to me. Until then, that is not conflict; that is avoidance wearing confidence.
Having a naturally intimidating aura is so exhausting. People will go to the wildest extremes to humble me or compete with me. Meanwhile, I'm literally just trying to exist.