@tboseZA The request is a tough but necessary one for a peaceful future. The brother finishing school and becoming independent alleviates the risk of future burden while also adding a second immediate income lessening the breadwinner weight on Anon. Eliminates resentment from future wife.
Mmmm....she just said their parents are buried together. So her mom and dad are not lying with their own siblings and parents, but with each other, as husband and wife. Ok so she gets it mos.
PS..Men, my beautiful brothers. Can you please tell your siblings, to their faces, with your wife standing next to you that you are now an adult, married to an adult, who knows how to arrange a funeral when you die. You must put your wishes on paper too. They MUST of course be involved if they want to, they don't need an invitation to play a role in the planning of your send-off. Your now widowed ADULT woman will be too distraught to issue invitations. She is also exhausted from nursing you when you were sick. Your siblings must just come to your home and BE your loving siblings. You will be buried by your wife, in the home you shared with her. Unless you stipulated otherwise. On paper. Your families are always so noisy. Your siblings are always nywe nywe nywe. Why don't they bury their own spouses le bona? Nywe Nywe Nywe... Talk to them o sa phila.
@tboseZA@KayaON959 This is a familiar scenario with reverse genders. Women have suffered this exact scenario countlessly, & for men, like we have said for women, for your humanity and dignity, ask for help. Get help & out. Leave the table when love is no longer being served. #blindspot
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@tboseZA The father suggesting you leave the child with them more than likely implies that husband ga sea gapa le namane.
He knew you hd a child, but what discussions/ agreements did you have abt the child & your expectations?
Silence is not the answer, have conversations.
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@tboseZA@NontokozoMkhiz9 She is overstepping. She wants to inform you of who he USED to be, it's possible she can't reconcile with this version of him.
Trust the version of him he is becoming and support his growth.
Don't let his past drag him down to the person he's outgrown.
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@nickimoraa If you respect your partner, you shut the flirting down. Whether you tell them or not depends on the situation, but honesty usually keeps things simple.
You can read all the books. Watch all the documentaries. Listen to all the stories. But nothing, and I mean nothing, will prepare you for certain moments in life until you're standing in them yourself. Marriage. Divorce. Childbirth. Losing someone you love. Parenting. They all look so different when it's your heart on the line. Your choices. Your pain. Your mess. Your miracle.
It's easy to sit on the outside with theories, opinions, and assumptions. It's easy to think you'd handle it better. Until life turns to you and says, "Your turn." And suddenly, you understand. You understand the tears. The silence. The fight to keep going. The strength it takes to show up when everything feels heavy. The courage it takes to start over.
Life has a way of humbling us all. So be slow to judge, quick to offer grace, and always remember, what you don't understand today, you just might face tomorrow. We're all just figuring it out as we go. And that's more than okay.
My husband has been lying to me for years.
Ever since we started dating, whenever we order pancakes and they come with strawberries on top, he always pushes the strawberries onto my plate. I never questioned it. I just assumed he didn’t like them.
On one of our first brunch dates, I remember picking all the strawberries off my stack first. He noticed. After that, every single time, his strawberries somehow ended up with mine.
It became routine. He’d slide them over. I’d eat them. I genuinely believed he hated strawberries.
The other weekend, we went out for breakfast again. Feeling playful, I lifted one off my plate and said, “Do you want one?”
Without thinking, he said, “Yeah,” and ate it like it was the most normal thing in the world.
I stared at him. “Wait… you like strawberries?”
He laughed. “Of course I do.”
“So why have you been giving me yours for years?”
He shrugged and said, “Because i know you love them. And I love watching you enjoy them.”
And just like that my heart just melted, because for years I whole-heartedly believed this man hated strawberries.
But no.
He loves them.
He just loves me more.
A healthy person should have a history of being a positive force in their family long before you entered the picture. If your arrival is seen as a miracle it is because the bar was set incredibly low.
Families know the version of a person that exists when the social mask falls off and if they are treating you like a savior it is because they know exactly how much saving that person needs. You are not being welcomed into a family you are being recruited into a support system for someone who does not have their life together.
I own a small bakery. Business has been slow. Rent is up. I was thinking about closing.
Last Friday, a teenager came in. He looked nervous. He counted out change for a cookie. He was short 50 cents.
"It's okay," I said. "Take it."
He ate it at a table, looking at his math homework. He looked stuck.
I used to be a math tutor.
I walked over. "Quadratic equations?"
He nodded. "I don't get it."
I sat down and helped him for 20 minutes. He got it. He left smiling.
The next day, he came back with two friends. They bought cookies.
The day after that, five kids came.
Apparently, he told the school, "The lady at the bakery helps with homework."
Now, my bakery is the after-school hang-out spot. It's loud. It's messy. There are backpacks everywhere.
Yesterday, I found a note in the tip jar. It was wrapped around a $20 bill.
"Thanks for helping my son pass math. A Mom."
I'm not closing the bakery.
I think I finally found my purpose.
It's not cookies. It's community.
Do you know by 45, life has already answered you. Not with words, but with outcomes.
At 45, you are no longer becoming. You have largely become. Your finances, health, relationships, and reputation are no longer promises. They are evidence.
This is the age where self deception collapses. You can’t keep blaming your parents, your country, your spouse, or bad luck.
Because by now, you have made enough choices to own where you stand.
By 45, time is no longer theoretical.
You feel it in your knees, your back, your energy levels, and your recovery time.
You realize youth was not just age. It was resilience you did not respect.
At this stage, regret becomes loud.
Not the dramatic kind, but the quiet ones.
The calls you never returned.
The skills you postponed learning.
The risks you were too comfortable to take.
By 45, your children, or the absence of them, mirror your priorities.
Your marriage, or lack of peace in it, reflects how well you learned emotional discipline.
Your friendships are fewer, because tolerance for nonsense is gone.
This is also when money tells the most honest story.
Not income, but preparedness.
If work stops today, how long can you breathe without panic.
At 45, that answer matters more than titles.
By this age, people stop listening to your explanations.
They watch how you live.
You are either a reference point or a warning.
Your health is no longer forgiving.
Every ignored checkup.
Every year of stress without rest.
Every habit you told yourself you would fix later.
Later has arrived.
At 45, dreams that survived discipline look powerful. Dreams that survived excuses look childish.
You now understand that hope without structure is cruelty to yourself.
This is the age where legacy quietly replaces ambition.
You start thinking less about applause and more about impact.
Less about proving, more about leaving something solid behind.
By 45, life stops negotiating.
It simply enforces the consequences of earlier decades.
And the most painful realization is this. Most people did not fail because life was unfair. They failed because they delayed honesty with themselves.
At 45, peace becomes the real currency. And you either earned it through discipline, foresight, and humility. Or you spend the rest of your years trying to explain why you don’t have it.
@tboseZA When we lost our mom at 19, my dad said to us "if not us then who?" I have carried that since. He also said "we are build to survive and every lesson and training was building to the challenge we find ourself in" which carried me when we lost him 5 months later. BUILT TO SURVIVE.
@HazelAppleyard What’s the reason he chose this very moment?! So he wasn’t there as a “birth partner”? He was anxiously waiting for the moment he pops the question? 😭😭😭😭
I hope when she finally recovered she got the clarity she needs!
To avoid judging the book by its’ cover, I read the review and I found it to be cringeworthy.
There’s an expansive body of work on masculinity in this country that’s worth reading - not this kind. This plays to the gallery and likely to cause more harm than good.
@bombshellfuno@KhananiShingan1 I don't agree, it's not my sibling's fault that a parent favoured them. I will never take it out on the person who was on the receiving end like me. I was in that situation, and I refused to be lured into being evil