Read this from Facebook and I agree to maximum extents.
No I’m not a UML supporter, but I’m not a blind RSP supporter either. We need to understand the consequences of blinding letting a party have the majority with no strong opposition party to question when needed.
Remember Nirbhaya,remember what was done to her? As she fought back, one of the rpists inserted an iron rod into her private parts, pulling and ri-ping her intestines apart. Every day women are rap-ed, stalked, abused, kill-d, or become victims of acid att-cks because of such men
My sister was assisting with a pediatric surgery when the male surgeon told a crude sexual joke about the patient's parents. Room chuckled awkwardly; she stayed silent, focused on the kid.
He called her out mid-case: "Why no laugh?" She said, "I'm here for the patient, not that." He complained she "lacked team spirit" & requested she never be assigned to his OR again. So no, it's not women ruining workplaces....it's the fragile ego of men!
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.
It’s HIS biological mother, but he will not quit his job to take care of her and expect his wife to do the ‘sacrifice’, because marriage for men is just unlimited access to unpaid labour.
Then men say “the divorce came out of nowhere.”
I hate how they’ve become an escape for me
I might be feeling miserable af and to avoid realizing and working on it, i try to escape the feeling by scrolling so that I don’t have time to think and I think I hate myself for it but I’m not doing anything to change it i hate myself
I can’t do this anymore i cant do this my health is betraying me in ways I never wanted to it and I can’t stop crying and no matter how much I wanna stay positive and not manifest the bad news.. i somewhere feel like I know Whats coming for me and every thing just feels so heavy
Life goes down hill a little and the first thing I want is a breakup.. free me from this bullshit free me from expecting anything from anyone free me from feeling unwanted and unloved and uncared for all the time i Dont want anything from anyone anymore just free me i beg
And you know what I want the most these days? A break up
I swear im so tired of silently expecting someone to fix me??? And I know im the toxic one here which is exactly why I want a breakup so bad