everyone wants a village, but no one wants to be a villager
> drive your friends to the airport
> go to their party even when you're tired
> stop cancelling last minute
> host at your place
> support the wins & losses
it's worth every ounce of effort
my program:
-no other girl
-don't yell at me
-don't lie to me
-don't make me feel worthless
-make me feel loved
-be gentle
-no other girl
-be patient
-be understanding
-no other girl
-be consistent
-don't give up when things get hard
-no other girl
-keep pinky promises
-communicate
-tell me where ur going at all times
-no other girl.
“I don’t understand why women don’t just report it if it really happened.”
When I was 19, I reported mine. I had bruises. Hospital photos. Text messages of him apologizing the next morning. My friends drove me to the station because I could barely stop shaking. I thought evidence would make it simple. I thought truth would be enough.
Months later, I was the one on trial. His lawyer printed my Instagram photos and held them up in court. Asked why I wore crop tops. Asked why I drank that night. Asked why I didn’t scream louder. He replayed my police interview and pointed out every time I hesitated, every time I cried, every time my timeline wasn’t perfectly linear. “If it was traumatic,” he said, “why can’t she remember clearly?”
Sitting there while strangers debated my pain like it was a group project felt like being stripped again. My messages were projected on a screen. My body was described in detail. My character was picked apart like that was the real crime.
He walked out on bail. I walked out with panic attacks.
That’s why some women don’t report. Because even with bruises. Even with screenshots. Even when you do everything “right.” You still have to survive the assault twice, once in private, and once in public, just to maybe be believed.
working eight hours a day doesn’t sound bad until you realize it’s not just eight hours, it’s your energy before work, your recovery after work, and the version of yourself that’s too tired to show up anywhere else
This is how I feel the first time I meet someone’s parents or step into their home, like this is getting deeper and shouldn’t be taken lightly. You’re literally entering someone else’s world!!!
I went from making so much money to struggling in every way and I just hate that the truth is we’re all 1-3 missed paychecks away from severe financial hardship. This shit is unreal for me.
some important issues raised by women:
- r@pe
- SA/SH
- DV
- forced marriage
- human trafficking
- femicides
issues raised by men:
- girlfriend cheating
- why do men always have to pay for dates
- men rejected too much
- women get free drinks
- wife choosing to divorce and getting her half
- i paid, and she didn't sleep with me
WHEN ITS A FREE TRIAL FOR A PRODUCT, LET IT ACTUALLY BE A FREE TRIAL. DONT FORCE ME TO ENTER MY CREDIT CARD INFO SO YOU HOPE I FORGET AND TAKE MY MONEY.