Women are afraid men will:
A. Drug them
B. Beat them
C. Rape them
D. Kill them
E. All of the above
Men are afraid women will:
A. Laugh at them
B. Reject them
C. Use them for a free meal
men that don't r@pe women are not special. men that don't cheat are not special. men that treat women with equality are not special. men that cook in their homes and take care of the baby are not special. this is what a normal man should be like.
your SPOUSE is the one who’ll sit beside you when your PARENTS DIE. who’ll hold your hand through CHILDBIRTH. who might have to BATHE YOU if you’re ever too sick to stand. this isn’t just about BUTTERFLIES or DATE NIGHTS. it’s about choosing someone who SHOWS UP... in GRIEF, in MESS, in UNCERTAINTY. so no, LOVE ALONE isn’t enough. COMMITMENT, MATURITY, and the ability to ENDURE life’s ugly parts... that’s what sustains a MARRIAGE. because when life gets PAINFULLY REAL, ROMANCE won’t carry you... CHARACTER will. and the truth is, FOREVER is only possible with someone who knows how to STAY when it’s HARD TO LOVE
I saw my husband differently after something that happened at the grocery store.
We were in line when the cashier, trying to be funny, said, “Wow, you’ve got your hands full. Bet she spends all your money too, huh?”
A couple people chuckled.
I felt that familiar, small smile forming the one women use when they’re about to brush off something uncomfortable.
Before I could say anything, my husband looked at him and said, “She built half of what we have. I’m lucky she lets me spend hers.”
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t aggressive. It was calm. Certain.
The cashier went quiet.
He didn’t turn it into banter. He didn’t let it slide to keep things easy. He corrected it without making me the punchline.
And in that moment, I felt something settle in my chest.
It wasn’t about money. It was about respect.
He didn’t need a dramatic scene. He just made it clear I’m not the joke in any room he’s in.
And I realized, it’s one thing to be loved in private.
It’s another thing to be honored in public.
That’s when I knew I was safe.
A friend of mine was raped, denied an abortion, and forced to give birth. She dropped out of medical school, lost her financial stability, and gave up her dreams to survive. Her early twenties, her education, her future, sacrificed for a pregnancy she never consented to.
People ask, “What if the baby you abort grows up to cure cancer?”
But what if the woman you forced into motherhood was the one who would’ve done it?
You don’t care about life. You care about control, and only when women pay the price.