I DONT LIKE when people try to make it seem like you the bad person in situations when it really be the other way around.. especially when you're a genuine person.. they won't ever speak on how they treated you or what caused you to draw away from them. They won't speak on all the things you tolerated yet remained SOLID through.. but feel free to believe whatever they tell you about me, just know it's two sides to every story.. & good people get tired of being good to unappreciative ppl.. it's draining
There is a concept in psychology called THE SUNK COST FALLACY. When you stay in a relationship not because of who the person is today, but to justify the years of effort you’ve already invested. Your brain tells you, "I can't let 5 years go to waste," forgetting that staying forces you to waste 5 more
If you’re in a good relationship with someone who treats you well but clearly has shortcomings and those shortcomings aren’t any form of abuse, then stay and make it work.
Relationships are about unlearning, relearning and compromise. You’re not going to find a perfect person out there because they don’t exist.
There’s absolutely nothing on the streets.
90% of men who seem cold today aren’t cold by nature. They just learned that the people they loved the most often valued it the least. They stayed too long, forgave too much, and got burned one too many times. What looks like apathy is often a heart protecting itself.
It’s always the fake tears that irk me. If you are ever going to cheat on your man, at least acknowledge the possibility of getting caught, think it through, and make sure he is not someone you wouldn’t want to lose. The moment you get caught, own up to it and end things immediately. Because I really don’t understand what the tears are for.
Cheating is such a calculated act. For you to get caught and then start crying manipulatively makes no sense to me. You met this person, exchanged contacts, texted for weeks or months, decided to visit him, carefully picked your underwear, went there, had such a great time, and enjoyed the sex so much that when the dick slipped out midway, you hurriedly helped him insert it back. Then you get caught by your partner and completely deny everything, accusing him of creating scenarios in his head and wrongly accusing you. He proceeds to show you evidence, and suddenly you burst into tears.
What exactly are you crying for? To feign remorse? Or are you simply emotional because you got caught? Oh, let me guess, you don’t want to lose him? But you never thought about that before cheating on him?
Before you engage in any act, always keep in mind that one day you might get caught. And when that day comes, boldly accept the consequences.
About a year after our relationship ended, my ex contacted me and wanted to know if I would like to try again.
The request caught me off guard.
The relationship had ended because she had an affair, and although I had once loved her deeply, that chapter of my life was long behind me.
She seemed surprised that I wasn't interested. In her mind, the fact that I had loved her so much should have been enough reason to try again.
When I reminded her that she had cheated, she defended herself by saying I was never around.
What she conveniently forgot was that I spent most of that relationship working two jobs so she could stay home comfortably.
After a long silence, she asked if I ever missed her or wondered what our future might have looked like together.
I told her the truth, "Every morning, I wake up grateful that you're no longer part of my life."
The silence that followed lasted only a moment before it was replaced by a stream of angry insults.
I laughed, ended the call, and got on with my day.
My mom once told me:
"Manipulative people don't say sorry. They reframe the story until your reaction looks worse than their behaviour. Suddenly you're explaining yourself while they walk away clean."
And that really hit me hard.
Women want men to love every version of them: the trauma, the baggage, the mood swings, all of it.
But once a man brings his own wounds to the table, suddenly he’s “too much.”
The audacity of demanding what you won’t deliver is wild.