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10ans svp DIX ans et on se tait face à la montée des contenus incels et masculinistes, même pas pubère et tu penses qu’à la domination que tu peux avoir sur une femme
Les voitures sans permis sont un non-sens total : tu ne peux pas à la fois autoriser des gens à conduire APRES un examen d'au moins 20h et d'autres à conduire SANS sous prétexte qu'ils n'ont pas l'âge ou qu'ils ont raté ledit examen ??!!
J’ai fêté mon code, mon permis, ma 1e voiture, mon bac, mon 1e job, je fête mes anniversaires, la réussite de mes exam, mon appart, mes nvl voitures, FÊTEZ, c’est important de garder de bons souvenirs de TOUT, surtout qd vous savez ce par quoi vous êtes passés pour en arriver là
Pendant que vous criez à l’endoctrinement FICTIF de pseudo lobbies LGBTQ+, l’hétérosexualité continue sa propagande RÉELLE d’abus, de violences et de culture du viol
Some women choose to follow men and some women choose to follow their dreams. If you're wondering which way to go, remember that your career will never wake up and tell you that it doesn't love you anymore.
-Lady Gaga
My coworker ended her five-year marriage over something most people would probably call “small.”
She told me that in their home, she naturally took on the chores. She cooked. She did the laundry. She kept things running. It wasn’t something they formally discussed... it just became the routine. And she went along with it.
Then she got sick. Not just a light cold... the kind where your body feels heavy and even standing up is exhausting. For once, she couldn’t function the way she usually did.
That evening, her husband came home, saw the laundry basket, and separated his clothes from hers. He washed only his. Later, he made himself dinner, plated it, and ate. When she asked if he could make something simple for her too, he replied, “I’m exhausted. I don’t have the energy.”
She said it wasn’t even the words that hurt. It was the absence of instinct. The absence of care. The fact that helping her didn’t occur to him automatically the way serving him had always occurred to her.
That night, lying there sick and hungry, she realized she wasn’t in a partnership. She was in an arrangement where her labor was expected, but his effort was optional.
People think love disappears in dramatic arguments or explosive fights. But sometimes it fades in moments like that... when someone watches you struggle and chooses convenience over compassion.