There is a massive difference between a woman who is transparent about her financial standards and someone who performs fake love to extract resources.
The money was never the problem; the deception is. 🌚
To anyone trying to shame women for desiring financial stability: having standards is not a crime.
Position yourself, be transparent about what you bring and what you expect, and build genuinely. But if you are performing a whole relationship just to get an allowance, that isn't being "smart", that's just a long-term sc^m
MTN didn’t have the courtesy to give customers an explanation of what the hell happened yesterday.
Customer feedback is dead here. Almost like people in this country are animals not worthy of some explanation or respect.
Guess what! Google now allows you to change those embarrassing emails you created when your frontal lobe wasn’t fully developed 😆
[email protected]
tequilamonster69
😆 you can only change it once in 12 months though and you have 3 trials in total.
Yeah… that one stings more than people admit. You put in the work, show up, and still get the cold shoulder. Learning to be okay with it is hard, but it’s the only way not to lose yourself trying to win people over.
Some women married nonsense men.
You intentionally do things that can break your marriage and still go back home to sleep peacefully...
The funny thing is that, these type of men can't stand it if it's been done to them.
“Deciding whether someone deserves another chance after they finally tell you the truth.” I still think about that. Because sometimes a relationship doesn't fall apart because of the truth. It falls apart because someone was too afraid to trust you with it.
I found my best friend's wedding ring in the glove compartment of my car three days before her wedding. At first, I thought she had put it there by accident. Then I remembered something. She had never given me the ring. I called her immediately. “Did you lose something?” She went quiet. “What did you find?” “Your wedding ring.” There was a long pause. Then she said, “Don't tell Mark.” Mark was her fiancé. I stared at the phone. “What is going on?” “I'll explain tomorrow.” “No. 🧵
But I'm not marrying you until you stop deciding what I can and cannot handle.” The wedding was postponed. Six months later, they got married in a small courthouse ceremony. No giant venue. No expensive flowers. Just the two of them, his son, and a few close friends. Afterward, my friend gave me the ring back. I laughed. “You kept this all that time?” She smiled. “I needed a reminder that sometimes the hardest thing isn't deciding whether to stay.” “What is it?”