Literally exactly why I’m scared to become a mom because I know how ill come about mine and I don’t want my child to have to talk to me through a glass for the rest of their life !
A lot of women are choosing to stay single right now, and it has absolutely nothing to do with "hating men" or having unrealistic standards.
It’s a logical math equation.
For generations, women were socialized to believe that finding a husband was the ultimate prize. But today, women look around and realize they can buy their own homes, fund their own lives, and build deep, fulfilling support systems through friendships.
When a woman achieves her own peace and financial independence, the baseline bar for a partner completely changes.
A relationship can no longer just be "better than nothing." It has to be better than her solitude.
And right now, solitude is incredibly peaceful. It means a clean apartment that stays clean. It means coming home after a long workday and only worrying about your own dinner and your own emotional battery.
Too many men are still looking for a traditional wife who manages the entire domestic and emotional load, while simultaneously expecting her to work a full-time job to pay half the bills.
That isn't a partnership, it’s a bad trade deal.
Women aren't afraid of commitment. They are just refusing to sign up for a second shift of unpaid project management disguised as romance. If a relationship doesn't actively bring peace, safety, and genuine teamwork into her life, she is perfectly content staying single.
I have a severe peanut allergy. Like actual EpiPen allergy, not “I avoid peanuts” allergy.
I hosted a dinner at my place last weekend and literally put in the group chat beforehand:
“Please don’t bring anything with peanuts/nuts into the apartment.”
Everyone reacted to it so I assumed it was fine.
My friend’s boyfriend shows up carrying this huge tray of satay noodles. I stopped him at the door and was like “hey sorry but I can’t have peanut stuff in the kitchen.”
He immediately goes “it’s almond butter.”
I looked at the container he brought and the first ingredient was literally peanut paste.
Then he starts arguing with me saying it was “cooked” and “there’s barely any in it.” Which already annoyed me because why are YOU explaining MY allergy to me 😭
I told him he couldn’t serve it here.
Anyway I go to the bathroom for like two minutes and when I come back he had put the tray in the middle of the table anyway and people had already started serving themselves.
My throat started getting itchy almost immediately and I think my face must’ve gone pale because one of my friends asked if I was okay.
At that point I was honestly so angry I just picked the whole tray up, took it outside, dumped it in the trash, and told him to leave.
And HE got mad.
He kept saying I embarrassed him over noodles.
Like no??? You brought peanuts into the apartment of someone with a severe allergy after being told multiple times not to.
Apparently I’m “dramatic” now according to some of his friends but idk I personally think risking someone’s health because you can’t handle being told no is way more dramatic.
yesterday a guy told me he'd "take care of dinner" for me while i was having a panic attack only to later reveal that what he meant was he picked out what i was going to be cooking for both of us
The moment a woman is no longer the object men own, they show the true nature of that relationship. Imagine learning the man you love would rather you dead than his sexual ideal. And at your most vulnerable time.
I genuinely have no desire to be the main character in any aspect. Even my own life.
I realized this when my mother decided to prove just how cutthroat she was by taking me on a shopping spree on my birthday and when we sat down to eat at KFC, I accidentally knocked over the cola and it spilled. She shouted at me and returned all those clothes because I embarrassed her.
She then left me in town and went back to her home. I roamed around town for a few hours. Just struck by the tall building and how buzzing that area was. I forgot what had just happened earlier. When it was dark, a neighbor noticed me and asked what I was doing in town and I just casually told them what happened. She took me to the taxi rank and escorted me home. I didn’t even realize the level of danger I was in.
According to me, that was a memorable day. In a good way mostly. But it probably added to my disdain for my birthday.