Love Advice: Why You Shouldn’t Complain About Your Husband
When you have a complaint about your husband or man, just read this post.
I don’t have a relationship, I’m not married, and I haven’t had a steady man for two years. I’ll tell you that—experience. The son of difficult mistakes. And you know what? I don’t just get angry; I get very angry when some married lady starts complaining to me about her husband. Oh, how angry I am.
And the last time I got angry was yesterday, late in the evening, during a conversation like this. Based on this conversation, I wanted to write this. Living as a single has taught me: it’s incredibly convenient when there’s a person nearby. Alive. Interested. Native. Just stronger than I am at the moment. Who has money when I’m running out? Who has a penis, hands, and lips when I want to love? Who has muscular strength that is not typical for a woman?
But it is mega important that he (attention!!) every day makes the choice to BE WITH ME!
Hello, married girls and women, can you hear me? I am telling you this: a person who is free from relationships. Your man makes this choice every day. And all your childish explanations of why he does this are NONSENSE.
Let’s go in order:
He is with me because of the child.
Hey, look at the divorce statistics in families with children. And understand, men leave families despite having a child. They do it this way. The child doesn’t stop. Period, that’s all.
He is with me because it is convenient for him.
Yeah. Someone deceived you. Let’s face it: What do you have that’s so convenient for him that others don’t? Are you the heiress of a large fortune? Are you his reliable, proven partner who does his work for him? Are you Angelina Jolie or something, and all his friends envy him?? No? Aaah…
You wash his socks and cook him food. Yeah. That’s right, that’s damn convenient. That’s just awesome. That’s, of course, what’s worth putting up with all your cracks, hysterics, silence, threats, insults, your complexes and fat folds, morning and evening depressions, headaches instead of fucking, your mother with her you-know-what… For a pair of clean socks and a bowl of borscht.
Do you really think that men are idiots? And are you unable to compare investments and profits? In general, financiers are all men. You underestimate them. Girls, just look at yourself in the mirror when you are unhappy. Imagine in your mind how often you are happy. And try to convince yourself that life with you is a piece of gingerbread, yeah.
He does it out of inertia.
It is impossible to activate the force of inertia when there is no conscious choice. I checked—no inertia is activated. The person is not with you, and that’s it. And no inertia.
He doesn’t have any better options.
Yes. I’m the better option. I won’t nag him, demand that my expectations be met, won’t pester him, and tell him what feelings he should have for me. I’ll fuck him half to death because it’s a thrill.
And when he gives me a thousand rubles a day, I’ll remember how I ate pita with mayonnaise for 24 hours because I had no money for anything else. And I’ll say: cool, thanks, honey. I’m a better option, and I’m free. But he’s with you. Doesn’t that surprise you?
No one needs him except me.
Needed. By me. See the point above.
Another killer argument: because I’m a princess! Anyone is happy with me.
Delightful. As one of my favorite bosses used to say, now we think 10 centimeters ahead. Where did you get that from? Try to remember. Baby, don’t confuse your parents’ admiring whispers with objective reality. That title is an expression of their love for you, not your merits.
And what does your husband actually get from this “title?” What profit? None. No inherited lands, no army, no Treasury. He gets a pain in the ass with servicing your hallucinations. Whims, pouting lips, far-fetched problems, and absurd expenses. If he in turn thinks 10 centimeters ahead, here we go; look for the next one. If he doesn’t think… you’re lucky, princess. If this format of life can be called luck.
– Oh! I almost forgot. I’m a great housewife. He can’t do anything without me.
Maybe. I saw it with my own eyes. When my mom fell into the astral plane and couldn’t be a great housewife anymore, my “slacker” dad came into the picture. And it turned out that he knows his stuff: where to buy something cheaper, how to put aside a stash from his small salary for a rainy day. Give his negligent daughter money for expensive treatment. Buy not just a mixer tap, but a comfortable and beautiful one.
It turned out that a man can do this. And he doesn’t need a woman FOR THIS. I asked my dad why he was with my mom. He couldn’t answer, or I didn’t remember. According to my mom, he didn’t really love or understand her. Yeah.
Only he lived with her all his life, with all her quirks. And died of a stroke at 56. Probably, it was very convenient for him. By the way, they buried him with the same money he had stashed away. His girls were never able to earn enough for a decent last journey for their man.
When you have a complaint about your husband, just read this post.
And finally understand that your man’s daily choice to BE WITH YOU is present. It is there; a man makes it every day. And this is worthy of at least gratitude. And respect. Take care of yourself, and look honestly—what have you done for this relationship? So that it is warm, good, and human.
You don’t like your man?
Amen, better late than never. Go to the mirror and look yourself in the eyes and answer—who handcuffed you and forced you to marry him? No villain? Then you were wrong. And don’t go running off with your sick head somewhere. As my grandmother rudely said, if you don’t want to f***, don’t torture your ass. Step away and don’t interfere with this person with all his shortcomings being loved and happy with someone else.
Do you want to be together?
Sit down and write down on a piece of paper your actions towards him over the last week. Including sex strikes, his unanswered calls on your mobile (under the slogan Now let him get nervous), intensely beautiful outfits to make him jealous, and an independent appearance so that he knows that he is not very important. And tell yourself that these are the actions that will lead YOU to love and understanding. Adios amigos, goodbye, ladies. Sorry for being rude. But that’s how it turned out for me today.
