i honestly think the most beautiful kind of love is when someone is sure about you, no mixed signals, no confusion, just consistency, effort, and a feeling that they truly want you in their life.
i texted her, "how was your day today?" and she sent me a 7 minute voice note telling me everything..
and that basically sums up the kind of person i want by my side. stop normalizing disinterest.
A man must be scared to disappoint you, scared to lose you, scared to made you sad, scared to break your heart. I think a healthy relationship requires a level of fear on the man’s end.
Yep 😭marriage is deeper than chemistry and cute dates. That's the person who'll hold you together through grief, sickness, childbirth and every hard season life throws at you.
I am not interested in climbing any corporate ladders. I don't care about job titles. I don't need recognition or fame. I just want to have an income to fund my lifestyle, not be depressed, help other people, and be around good humans.
Women love resting. It’s one of their favorite things to do. Reading, laying under the sun, painting their nails, writing, journaling, taking baths, drinking a cup of tea in silence, sleeping, doing nothing. And there’s nothing wrong with that, they need it for a reason, it’s medicine! ♥️
the scarier side of communication is, "i messed up. i wronged you, i accept that. but im not willing to lose you so tell me what to do to fix it." it takes courage to admit that even to yourself, let alone another person. and if you genuinely fear losing someone, you will do it.
A month after we got married, my mother-in-law came to stay with us for a few days.
I was anxious, expecting her to judge everything I did.
One evening, my husband walked into the kitchen and casually said,
“Isn’t the food ready yet? I’m hungry.”
I had just returned from work, completely drained, but I didn’t say anything and kept going.
My mother-in-law was there, listening to it all, but she didn’t react immediately.
After he left, she gently called me over and said,
“Does he think this is a hotel?”
I felt embarrassed and replied that maybe I wasn’t doing enough.
She looked at me and said something I’ll always remember:
“You’re not his servant—you’re his partner. Being tired shouldn’t fall on just one person.”
Then she stood up and called out to him,
“Come here, habibi… your wife isn’t here to serve you. If you’re hungry, either help her or make something yourself.”
He fell silent—clearly not expecting that from her.
After that day, things began to change. Sometimes he’d get to the kitchen before me,
and if I was running late, he’d say, “Sit down, I’ll handle dinner tonight.”
That’s when it really hit me:
Not every mother enables her son at her daughter-in-law’s expense...
some raise men who know how to be true partners.