Ay no, luego veo fotos de bodas donde se ven bien miserables los novios todos serios con poses bien rígidas y de que yo wey no podía dejar de sonreír con mi esposo en todo momento. Mi bestie en su boda lo mismo. Las fotos transmiten muchísimo, y se nota cuando hay amor. 🥰 ✨😍
@TagTeleVia Mi tag está domiciliado y no puedo usarlo porque está bloqueado.
Necesito una solución pero no sirve si teléfono y en WhatsApp no contestan.
Llevo más de 20 días sin dormir bien y mi cerebro ya no está funcionando como debería.
Ayudaaaaa. Mándenme un tranquilizante para caballos o algo. Jaja
I didn’t call my husband crying.
I called him angry.
It was 11:47 PM. I was sitting on the kitchen floor, laptop open, staring at an email that said my contract wasn’t being renewed. Just like that. Two years of overtime, weekends, skipped holidays — gone in one paragraph.
When he answered, I didn’t even say hello. “I lost my job.”
Silence. Not the awkward kind. The steady kind.
He said, “Okay. I’m coming home.”
He was on a night shift. I told him not to. I said I didn’t want him to risk it. I said I was fine.
He said, “You’re not.”
Twenty minutes later, I heard the door.
He didn’t try to fix it. Didn’t start giving solutions. Didn’t say, “You’ll find something better.” Didn’t minimize it.
He just sat on the floor with me.
He ordered food because he knew I hadn’t eaten. He closed my laptop because he knew I’d keep rereading the email. He made a list the next morning not of jobs for me but of bills he could cover alone “for as long as it takes.”
The next week, I found out he had quietly moved money from his personal savings into our joint account.
Not because I asked.
Because he anticipated.
Months later, when I apologized for being “a burden,” he looked genuinely confused.
“We’re married,” he said. “There is no yours and mine when things fall apart. There’s just us.”
That’s when I understood something about marriage.
It’s not about who plans the best anniversary or posts the sweetest captions.
It’s about who sits on the kitchen floor with you when your world collapses.
It’s about who absorbs your panic without adding their own.
It’s about who turns “your problem” into “our plan.”
Marriage isn’t loud.
It’s steady.
And when it’s real, you don’t have to beg someone to show up.
They already grabbed their keys.
algo que hacemos casi todas las mujeres adultas es hablar por teléfono con nuestra madre hasta el día que ya no hable o se muera casi todos los días hacemos eso, hablamos
espero nunca seas como Taylor y pierdas 6 años de tu vida tratando de explicarle a un hombre como debe amarte, ojala siempre seas un tloas y nunca un ttpd
Her confusion and how the opalite spray transports her to him. The next scene is him taking care of her. He caught her off her guard with the kind of tenderness and genuine care she never got from the rock. She never saw him coming. Everything has changed and now she's home.
Constantemente sueño que sabemos que mi mamá va a fallecer.
Despierto para poder ir con ella y quitarme la sensación de tristeza. Solo para darme cuenta que ella, fuera de mi pesadilla, ya falleció. 😭🥺🥺🥺
Hasta que no salgas con un hombre generoso (no dije rico), entenderás que a los hombres les encanta cuidar a su mujer. No esperan a que se les pida, encuentran alegría en hacerlo, toman la iniciativa, es un placer para ellos. Generosos en tiempo, emoción y acción.
Todo el año quise mis AirPods aunque tengo los pro Max pero estorban mucho.
Mi esposo me los regaló de Reyes además de comprarle regalos súper bonitos a nuestra ahijada. 🥺
Más que los regalos, es que es el más detallista y nos escucha. 🥹