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To marry a girl you have to accept this:

Girls are far less agreeable than men. Like my girl won’t even move in with my parents (we have a mansion) just for 6-12 months until we can afford a really nice home.
It’s usually men negotiating around the wife like she’s some boss.

Girls use their emotions and tears to manipulate and control men.

No girl kept their legs closed. Do I need to say more. It’s sad.

You even see girls on hen dos disrespect their husband on their nights out. The respect for men has gone.

Women love the kids 100x more than any husband so you will be the first that gets thrown under the bus in hardship.

Marriage/divorce is still a legal contract like it was in 1960s - so in a breakup the woman gets the kids, money, house everything.
Girls are mean they’ll use guys and spit them out. They take everything in divorce.

It sucks for men because it’s either that or be single. So we are forced to make a bad option. Men are forced to be a simp or be single forever. That’s such an upsetting decision to have to make.

Men only get married to make the woman happy, we don’t care about it.

So lol story time. as some of you may know, i do food deliveries for my job. well sometimes we also deliver other things like products from stores or just things other people want delivered to another person.

Well last night i had to pick up a bouquet of flowers. i think they were pink and white tulips. Anyway i delivered them to this house, there was a woman there who accepted them and instead of acting all lovey dovey 'wow flowers awwww!' her response was just 'ok.' and then she closed the door lol...

the guy who had me deliver them called me and asked it they got delivered. i said yes...

anyways i couldn't help but feel the 'gift' wasn't received well lol. maybe there's some drama there.

How would you feel if that was the response you got to receiving your flowers?

IMAGINE THIS SCENARIO: You and a boy have always been more than friends.. a quiet understanding, late-night talks, little gestures that blur the line. He finally says it outright and proposes something real. You care about him, but you’re not sure, so you ask for time.

That same week he goes out, drinks too much, and dials you. Your phone is already engaged with a call from another guy.. your best friend, nothing romantic, but it’s a long vent-session you don’t want to cut off. (Your guy) calls again. And again (10+ times). You see his name flash, your stomach knots, and you let it ring out because you’re not ready to face his voice right then.

He switches to text: IG, WhatsApp, short messages that get more urgent. You read them, guilt prickling, but you don’t answer. Confused and irritated, you block him everywhere like shutting a door to buy a minute of quiet.

Later the day you felt the guilt is louder than the fear. You unblock just enough to call. It rings, once, twice, and then voicemail. You wait for his call back... nothing comes.

The next day you hover over the unblock button. Part of you wants to explain: “I was on another call, I panicked.” Part of you freezes.. what if he leaves me on read? What if he says he’s done, that he’s moved on? That dread sits heavy, stealing sleep. You replay his silence, wonder if he’s already talking to someone else, feel the shame of your own avoidance.

"5 months have passed" (You were still waiting to fix) & beneath it all, another question: maybe you’re not just scared, maybe you really do need time and space to understand what you want before you try to fix what you broke.