Something about this man telling me he anticipates my calls because my voice soothes his nervous system moved me to pull my energy back. It felt like a subtle siphoning, and the connection is strictly platonic. I am tired of being a safe space for men who do absolutely nothing for me. My energy and essence are sacred lands. No more free access to my medicine. Approach with reverence, with an offering, or do not approach at all.
niggas be like “nobody taught me how to be romantic” nobody taught you how to cheat and be a bitch ass nigga but you do that very well with no help needed 😭🤨🤨
Real men don’t stunt through themselves. They stunt through the lives of the people they love. A well-provided wife. Children who are secure. A family that lacks nothing. There’s a principle in that. Men who provide generously to their loved ones not strictly out of obligation, but with joy and a sense of responsibility, often seem to flourish.
@joigabrielle I've had to figure out my own shitt by myself for so long, I would resent a partner who practiced weaponized incompetence like why the fuck are you even here if you're just gonna make it even harder???
I owe my time and autonomy to no one but me. That’s something I’ll always remind people of no matter how much I rock with you, you’ll never be more important to me than I am to myself.