I saw a woman on TikTok say she was a "good girl" her whole life. Did everything the "right" way. Followed the rules. Kept the peace. Put everyone else first. Now she's in her 40s and said all she feels like she has to show for it is grief and a lot of built-up anger. And honestly, as a woman, I felt that deeply. Because nobody really talks about how being the "good girl" often benefits everyone around you except the actual good girl. Everyone else gets the patience, the understanding, the sacrifice. And she's the one left realizing she spent years shrinking herself just to keep everyone else comfortable.
So my daughter walked into the kitchen this morning carrying that ridiculous tote bag and I just lost it. Not angry lost it, but that ugly cry where you can't breathe and your whole body shakes. She thought I was mad about Cheeto being in there again, which he absolutely was, his orange face smooshed against the clear plastic looking like he owned the world. But that wasn't it at all.
Six months ago her dad told me he wanted a divorce. Said he needed to "find himself" at 52 years old, which apparently meant finding himself with his 29-year-old dental assistant. I spent weeks not eating, not sleeping, walking around this house like a ghost. My daughter saw all of it. She was supposed to be worrying about middle school drama and dance recitals, not holding her mom's hair back while she sobbed into the toilet because she couldn't keep food down.
Then one day she came home with Cheeto. This tiny, dying kitten someone had thrown away in a shipping crate at her dad's work of all places. The vet said he probably wouldn't make it through the night. She looked at me with these determined eyes and said, “We’re going to save him, Mom. We’re fighters.” And something about the way she said it—this little girl who’d been sneaking me tissues and making me toast she found recipes for from people who actually cared about helping others—it just broke something open in me.
We took turns feeding him every two hours for weeks. She’d set alarms, wake me up, and we’d sit on the bathroom floor together at 3 a.m. with a tiny bottle. She started making these custom pet carriers and totes to sell in her little shop to help pay for his vet bills, designing them herself with that same fierce determination. Every single one sold because people could feel the love in them, I think.
This morning she was carrying him to school for show and tell. Cheeto, this absolute jerk of a cat who stalks her down hallways and attacks her toes, who survived because she refused to let him go. Because she refused to let either of us go. That tote bag with the smiley faces, his fat orange body pressed against the plastic, her hair falling over her shoulder as she smiled at him. That’s when I realized we’d both survived something we weren’t supposed to. And maybe her dad didn’t deserve to see any of this. Maybe that’s his loss, not ours. My baby saved a life and taught me how to save my own, all at the same time.
Credit - Martha Barker
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 had to learn that just because someone calls something love doesn’t mean it carries the same depth, care, intention, or emotional responsibility that I associate with it.
Friendships, relationships, and marriages are all risks. You can never truly know someone’s true intentions for you, so just take the risk and enjoy the moments while they last.
If you want to see who someone really is, hold them accountable, gently with love. Then watch. Avoidant ppl don’t hate confrontation, they hate reflection. They’ll twist, deflect, disappear. Emotional intelligence isn’t how deep they talk,it’s how they respond when they’re seen.
this act won’t take you anywhere if you are building something real and meaningful with a friend or partner.
you owe them shalaye if you genuinely care about them.