Let me say this loudly for the people in the back: Dating a divorced woman who survived a narcissist is NOT for the weak. This is not your “go with the flow, let me ignore red flags and hope for the best” kind of woman. Oh no. This woman has
Let’s talk. Because if I hear one more man say, “I’m on daddy daycare today,” I might actually lose the last bit of patience I saved for humanity. Daddy daycare? Daddy… daycare? Sir. Those are your children. Not your side hustle. Not your weekend internship. Not your volunteer work. YOUR.
Let’s not play games today. If your partner was somewhere right now, laughing a little too hard, leaning a little too close, texting “😂❤️” to someone who is definitely not you… Would you be calm? Or would you suddenly turn into a full-time detective with zero training but 100% confidence?
Let’s just start with the question everyone whispers but nobody wants to say out loud: If you’re celibate… and you entertain yourself… did you just break your streak? Cue dramatic music. 🎭 Because suddenly your brain is like: Welcome to the Celibacy Olympics, where the rules are made up and
This one took me awhile to write. Let’s just start here: You are allowed to be angry. You are allowed to feel betrayed. You are allowed to feel like the universe personally selected you for a reality show called “How Much Can One Woman Take Before She Screams Into a
Ah yes, the age-old question that has launched a thousand debates, ended at least three group chats, and caused unnecessary tension at braais: Can men and women really be just friends? Short answer: yes. Long answer: yes… but also buckle up, because humans are complicated creatures with feelings, snacks, and
Alright… take a deep breath before we start. Because this one? This one is going to make some people uncomfortable. “The Person Who Loves Less Controls the Relationship.” There. I said it. And somewhere, someone just whispered, “That’s toxic.” Relax. We’re not glorifying emotional unavailability. We’re dissecting reality with a
Alright grown folks… Come sit down. Because we need to talk about something that might rattle a few wedding Pinterest boards. Marriage is not romantic. It’s a contract. And before the “but love conquers all 🥹” crowd starts clutching their pearls, relax. This isn’t anti-love. This is pro-reality. Let’s unpack
I’m going to say something that will make at least three people unfollow me, two people send a paragraph, and one person post a passive-aggressive status. Most people don’t actually want love. They want validation. There. I said it. And before you start typing “Noooo, I just want something real
Let me say it louder for the people in the back, the front, and the ones “working late”: Women don’t leave when they’re unhappy. They leave when they’re done. And by the time she’s done? Oh sweetheart… the meeting has been adjourned, the emotional lease has expired, and the furniture
