why am i scared and overwhelmed by Everything. why are mundane tasks so difficult for me. why am i so inadequate at handling daily life why does it take me 100x the effort to do something that comes so easily to everyone else
Being rude to me unprovoked really wakes up the menace buried deep inside. Like I choose to live my life on cutie patootie juice but it’s some four loko back here somewhere. Let’s be very clear
A green light for men to murder their pregnant partners and psychos to shoot up abortion clinics. And an important insight into just how much these "pro-lifers" value women's lives.
Women can be annoying about this but alot of times men literally do treat their girls like a ghost or like just some side character, some thing that exists to lay next to at the end of the night and nothing more and they literally refuse to make any meaningful time with them so naturally every time they step out of the house and the their girl sees all of the things he does have time for it’s going to make her unhappy. There definitely needs to be balance
now that we know about perimenopause do you guys ever stop and think about how crazy it is that that's why your poor mom and your puberty age self were trying to kill each other for like a few years there
It’s so hard explaining to people who don’t have depression that nothing “bad” has to actually happen to trigger it. You will literally just wake up some days and feel absolutely worthless and hopeless. It literally just happens.
does anybody else have like a day where you feel like you've suddenly been cured of everything and you want to go do everything in the world and are so happy and then it's just like Gone
WHY AM I SO FAR BEHIND EVERYONE MY AGE?? WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR ME TO DO THE SAME THINGS AS EVERYONE ELSE ??WHY CANT I JUST BE NORMAL AND NOT STRUGGLE OR BE SCARED OF EVERYTHING
Yesterday I went with my husband to his company dinner. It was one of those events where everyone is dressed nicely, making small talk, laughing a little too loudly at jokes that aren’t that funny.
At some point one of his colleagues looked at him, glanced at me, and said with a smile, “Man, you’re lucky she lets you go out dressed like that.”
A few people at the table chuckled.
I felt that familiar moment where you’re not sure if you’re supposed to laugh along or just let it pass. I was about to force a polite smile when my husband leaned back in his chair and said, very calmly,
“I’m lucky she chose me. Let’s not get it twisted.”
It wasn’t said aggressively. It wasn’t defensive. Just simple and clear.
And suddenly the whole tone of the table shifted.
No one laughed after that. The conversation moved on, but something about the moment stayed with me.
He didn’t turn me into the punchline to keep the room comfortable. He didn’t laugh it off just to fit in.
He made it clear that I wasn’t some accessory he brought to a work dinner. I was his partner.
And in that moment I realized something about marriage.
A good marriage isn’t just about loving someone in private. It’s about how you represent them when the room is watching.
your SPOUSE is the one who’ll sit beside you when your PARENTS DIE. who’ll hold your hand through CHILDBIRTH. who might have to BATHE YOU if you’re ever too sick to stand. this isn’t just about BUTTERFLIES or DATE NIGHTS. it’s about choosing someone who SHOWS UP... in GRIEF, in MESS, in UNCERTAINTY. so no, LOVE ALONE isn’t enough. COMMITMENT, MATURITY, and the ability to ENDURE life’s ugly parts... that’s what sustains a MARRIAGE. because when life gets PAINFULLY REAL, ROMANCE won’t carry you... CHARACTER will. and the truth is, FOREVER is only possible with someone who knows how to STAY when it’s HARD TO LOVE
I saw my husband differently after something that happened at the grocery store.
We were in line when the cashier, trying to be funny, said, “Wow, you’ve got your hands full. Bet she spends all your money too, huh?”
A couple people chuckled.
I felt that familiar, small smile forming the one women use when they’re about to brush off something uncomfortable.
Before I could say anything, my husband looked at him and said, “She built half of what we have. I’m lucky she lets me spend hers.”
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t aggressive. It was calm. Certain.
The cashier went quiet.
He didn’t turn it into banter. He didn’t let it slide to keep things easy. He corrected it without making me the punchline.
And in that moment, I felt something settle in my chest.
It wasn’t about money. It was about respect.
He didn’t need a dramatic scene. He just made it clear I’m not the joke in any room he’s in.
And I realized, it’s one thing to be loved in private.
It’s another thing to be honored in public.
That’s when I knew I was safe.
My dad told me sometimes when my mom gets quiet, he doesn’t ask “what’s wrong?”
He just says, “Do you need company or space?”
That’s it. Not an interrogation. Not an assumption.
Just an option.
He said, “You don’t fix feelings. You support them.”
One night I asked my mom how she knew my dad was “the one.” She didn’t say butterflies. She didn’t say grand gestures.
She said, “There was a year I wasn’t okay.”
She told me after I was born, she felt overwhelmed all the time. She stopped talking as much. Stopped laughing as loudly. She said she felt guilty for not being her usual self.
And my dad didn’t demand the “old her” back.
He just started doing small things.
He would wake up earlier to pack her lunch.
He’d fold the laundry without announcing it.
He’d sit beside her on the couch and just hold her hand without asking a single question.
She said one night she finally cried and told him she felt like she was failing at everything.
He didn’t interrupt.
Didn’t give a motivational speech.
Didn’t say “but you have so much to be grateful for.”
He just listened.
And the next week?
He didn’t treat her like she was fragile.
Didn’t bring it up during arguments.
Didn’t use it as proof that she was “too emotional.”
He loved her the same. Calm. Steady. Normal.
My mom looked at me and said,
“That’s when I knew. Love isn’t the loud days. It’s who stays gentle on the quiet ones.”
And suddenly their 20+ years together made sense.
Real love doesn’t panic when you’re not at your best.
It adjusts.
It waits.
It stays.
Someone should tell Samantha that spontaneous miscarriages can be misconstrued as abortions.
Women have already been arrested and charged.
You want to roll the dice with death penalty because you lost a pregnancy?
Abortion is healthcare. Period.
one of the main reasons people become avoidant in relationships anyway is because their partner makes them feel like shit for expressing their emotions or desire for clearer communication that makes them feel safe, seen. I don’t give a fuck about what y’all saying 😭