I can act tough all I want, but deep down, I’m just a girl who loves love and wants soft, intentional affection, little acts of care, and random reassurance.
Please, inject it into my veins.
It's crazy how nobody talks about the fact that so many single parent homes exist because a generation of women finally refused to stay with abusive and unfaithful men.
I used to have a friend who would text me at 2 or 3 am in the morning whenever she was fighting with her boyfriend. Not just quick messages either long voice notes, dramatic paragraphs, “please answer” calls back to back. Even when I had early classes the next day, I’d sit up in bed and respond. I’d talk her through every breakdown, remind her of her worth, tell her she deserved consistency and respect. Sometimes I’d stay up until sunrise just making sure she was okay.
This went on for months. It became normal for me to pause my own rest, my own peace, whenever she needed comfort.
One evening, after a really overwhelming day, I finally reached my limit. I wasn’t okay. I felt anxious and heavy and just needed someone to talk to. It was around midnight, not even that late compared to her usual crisis hours... so I called her.
She declined it.
A few minutes later she texted, “I’m out right now. Can this wait? We’ll talk another time.”
No follow-up. No “What’s wrong?” No checking in later.
That was the moment something shifted in me. I realized I had been showing up for someone who only saw me as an emergency hotline. I was her comfort, but she was never mine.
And that’s when it hit me: not everyone who leans on you plans to hold you back. Some people are used to receiving your energy, but have never practiced giving it. If you don’t protect your time, your sleep, your heart... people will take from it without even noticing.
Being supportive is kind. But support should never be one-sided.
What men dont understand is... Nobody cooks for her. Nobody cleans for her. Nobody makes her meals. Nobody does her laundry. Nobody makes sure she's okay. Nobody caters to her period. A woman is always instantly looked as someone who needs to take care of everyone
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.
There’s an attack on education and we are not up in arms like we should be. Like yall they’re trying everything they can to misconstrue and jade history and actual facts. MISEDUCATION leads to prejudice, underdevelopment of critical thinking, stunts culture! The list goes on!
i immediately go silent when something upsets or hurts me. it's a coping mechanism i have developed over time. instead of expressing my anger or frustration, i simply withdraw and try to process my emotions in private.