Shout out to all my straight sisters I’m so sorry 😞
Jesus, leave his ass.
We learn fast to be very kind and attentive, tho.
My mom, who got her degree in Marriage and Family Counseling when she was 60, says studies show that women will sometimes sometimes leave a long term relationship to live on their own for a while before seeking a new relationship, but men will almost never leave a long term relationship without having a new relationship either in progress or just beginning. They don’t want to give up the caretaker they have without another one on deck or in the wings.
This is so sad
This isnt cute or quirky. This means hes a fucking hopeless user
Please date a man who actually acts like an adult.
Ok I lived with my ex for 2 years and he literally wouldn’t be able to get his own food if I wasn’t at home, I’d get home from work and he’d be angry at me for “making him starve”
My current partner has lived on his own for 8 years and the absolute most I have to help him with is maybe sending him $20 so he can make a bill payment on time
It made me realise for 2-4 years I wasn’t a girlfriend I was a fucking mother
Men who have been independent are capable of reverting if given the slightest excuse. When we married, my ex husband was 10 years older than me and had lived on his own for 8ish years. Yet (and I allowed this until I finally got fed up and took us to counseling) I did 80% of the cooking, because I was better at it. Same with the cleaning, shopping, social planning, etc.
After I left, in the first six months I got texts or calls asking me to please tell him:
The online banking password (dude, I left you, you should really change that)
Where I ordered his special-wecial organic underwear
Where the good cutting board was (my dad gave it to us at our wedding, genius, I took it with me along with the rest of the stuff from my family)
What brand butter we bought
What brand of local kielbasa we bought
Who his doctor was
What RMV office had the shortest lines
Where the old tax returns were (in the fucking box labeled tax returns)
The phone number for his best friend
I shit you not.
Then he had a heart attack (mild) and none of his family or friends were around to take him to the hospital. But instead of calling 911, he called me, who by then lived 45 minutes away. He lived 5 minutes from an EMS dispatch location. He called me, despite the fact that he didn’t believe me 8 months prior when I was feeling suicidal and I had to call a cab to go alone to check myself into the hospital for a 72-hour hold. I told him to call 911, hung up on him when he whined about “making a fuss”, called 911, called his siblings and then texted them “your brother is having a heart attack, I called 911 for him, come home,” and washed my hands of it.
Emotionally vacant men who won’t do household labor or emotional labor are not Nazis, but they aren’t good people, either, and you don’t have to put up with their shit.
Disabled men who still live with their parents, even just for financial stability while being mostly independent otherwise, are considered losers and failures.
But is 100% socially acceptable for abled men to need women to take constant care of them.
positivity is cool and all but repressing negative feelings is toxic to yr mind and body. dont feel guilt for having an array of emotions. its corny to fake positivity when it isnt sincere, feeling stuff even bad stuff is nothing to be guilty over. its okay to feel bad sometimes
Hey my friendly mutuals! Does anybody has some good Star Wars birthday pics or phases? It’s my friend’s birthday and I want to do something nice for her
I wanna read about the same two idiots falling in love again and again, in different ways, times and worlds just because I’m a sucker for love between two fictional characters
the medal ceremony at the end of star wars makes a bit more sense now in the context of rogue one. they weren’t just all gathered in the big hall to give han and luke some medals. the rebel alliance is busy – they’ve got wars to fight, empires to sabotage, plans to steal. two men – albeit the two men who blew up the death star – do not get a party all to themselves.
no, han and luke being recognized was only a small part of that ceremony.
“we have no time for sorrows” leia had said upon returning to the base. “we have no time for sorrows.” they had no time for sorrows because the death star was hot on her heels and they needed to save the last breath of the rebel alliance. but now, the death star is destroyed. vader is spinning through space in his damaged fighter. tarkin is dead.
now they have time for sorrows. now they have time to mourn – to mourn alderaan, to mourn jedha, and to recognize every last rebel who died at scarif, every member of rogue one, and every rebel who died at the death star. I bet han and luke started off that ceremony, but after chewie roared at everyone and the cheering died down, there were speeches about alderaan. a few survivors have straggled into the alliance, spurred on by the hope that the death star’s destruction sowed. a moment of silence for the dead, and oaths of vengeance. of rebellion. there were probably some rousing speeches by rebel generals and admirals, and the members of the alliance council talked about how they would move forward, and how they would solidify the alliance, and how they would bring back the republic even in the wake of the senate’s dissolution.
and there was a list, of list of names – a very long list – that mon mothma reads. her voice falters at bail organa but she goes on, reading the names of rebels they’ve lost in the recent days. and at the end of the speech, while leia is standing at attention, with a straight back and clear eyes, they come to the last six names.
chirrut îmwe and baze malbus, guardians of the whills.
jyn erso, rebel spy and saboteur.
captain cassian andor, rebel intelligence, and K-2SO.
bodhi rook, who brought us the first news of the death star.
there are no cheers; there is no clapping. there is only a long moment of silence, heads bowed with all their grief. a moment of respect, and gratitude. a moment of hope, tinged with loss.
(because now, they have time for sorrows.)
until chewie roars again, and the hall explodes with celebration – a celebration that honors the dead, and promises their sacrifice was not for nothing.
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