💸 "DON’T ASK ME FOR MONEY" THE BROKE MAN’S ANTHEM 😴

Oh no, she asked you for money? Block her, king! Clearly, she’s a “gold digger” because, of course, you’re sitting on a gold mine of Wi-Fi and unpaid debts. Let's be real: y’all barely have data, but you’re mad when a woman says she wants stability.

Twist🤑: Proverbs 13:22 exists “A good man leaves an inheritance to his children’s children.” That’s not vibes, that’s generational wealth. God literally said: men are responsible for the financial legacy of their families. So when girls ask for financial security, they’re not greedy they’re biblical.

But here come the “not all men” committee:

> “I’m not an ATM.”

“Love me for me.”

“Money isn’t everything.”

Sure, money isn’t everything… until she asks if you can afford electricity during the month.

🧢 Miss Me With That “I’m Just a Simple Man” Talk

Let’s cut the nonsense, if you’re broke, why are you dating? Dating is a luxury, not a side quest between overdrafts. You should be investing, building, hustling, healing then dating. Not running around chasing women when you still owe MTC for last month’s bundle.

And since we’re giving free advice today, here’s one for the ladies too 👀:

👚 Tired of the guessing game?

Wear a t-shirt with your hourly rate.

Let these men know upfront if they can afford “taking care of you.” That way, nobody wastes anyone’s time. Call it financial transparency or economic Darwinism. 😂

🤝 Relationships Aren’t Rescue Missions

Let’s keep it fair, this goes both ways.

Ladies, if you can’t support yourself, you probably shouldn’t be dating either. Don’t go looking for a man to bail you out of life. Build your own, then choose someone to complement it.

Men, stop leaning on women like emotional or financial crutches. “Build together” doesn't mean drain her savings while you figure out who you are at 38.

Don't bring your broken pieces and call it “being real.” Fix your life. Then come talk.

💔 I Used to Think Love Was Enough…

I thought love meant two people came together and took care of each other you know, using their strengths to build something beautiful. Silly me. Turns out, you have to qualify to be loved now.

Oh well. Self-sufficiency is sexier anyway.

And guess what?

I can handle everything on my own.

I’ve got a job.

I drive my own truck.

I own my home.

I have everything I once prayed for.

So if you’re entering my life, just know I don’t need anything from you.

💀 But Guess What Happened?

Some guys I met in the past? Stingy as hell. Not just with money with effort, support, basic energy. They took more than they gave and called it equal partnership.

Let me be clear:

I’m willing to give. I’m willing to spoil. I’m willing to spend.

But only if you’re bringing the same energy.

Stinginess isn’t masculinity, it’s just stinginess. Period.

🧠 Thought Experiment Time:

The world says a broke man doesn’t deserve a woman.

Okay, fine.

So what happens when a man becomes rich?

Suddenly, we’re uncomfortable if he wants more than one woman?

You mean the same world that disqualified him for being broke… now wants to morally police him for having options?

Fascinating.

Oh, and fun fact to end this class:

Out of all women who have ever lived, about 90% have given birth.

For men? Only about 40% have fathered children.

Assuming men and women exist in near-equal numbers, let that sink in.

(Go ahead, take a moment for your EUREKA!.)

🧍‍♀️Independent or Nah?

It’s time to pick a side.

No shade, but if you’re out here screaming “I’m independent,” but your dating goal is to find someone to financially depend on… then babe, you’re not independent. You’re selectively dependent.

And that’s okay just be honest about it. But don’t shame others who are choosing to carry their own weight.

So what then 🤷🏽‍♂️?

Build first. Date second.

And please… stop arguing with the Bible when it literally told y’all to leave an inheritance.

You want a good woman?

Be a good man first.

Not just in vibe… but in value.

DECEITFUL OVERREACTION IN SURVIVOR SUPPORT GROUP (WHERE DRAMA HEALS FASTER THAN THERAPY)

So, you joined a support group thinking it would be a sacred circle of healing, understanding, and growth?

🤣 Sweet summer child.

What you actually walked into is an emotional Big Brother house where trauma is currency, crocodile tears are the national anthem, and overreaction is a competitive sport. Everyone claims to be “just here to heal,” but somehow, you’re surrounded by people auditioning for the role of Ultimate Survivor in the tragic saga of life. You came with a heart full of hope, but apparently, that’s not enough. You need drama. You need backstory. You need trauma with plot twists and cliffhangers.

You share your experience:

"I struggled with anxiety for years..."

They reply:

"Oh, that’s cute. I was diagnosed with 17 disorders, survived three toxic exes, lost a kidney, and still made it to therapy by crawling through glass. What’s your excuse?"

It’s not about healing anymore it’s about one-upping. The louder you cry, the more real your story is. And if you’re calm and composed? You must be suppressing or, worse, faking. Because in this twisted version of emotional Hunger Games, the soft-spoken are suspicious and the dramatic are divine.

You’d think people in support groups would be, you know, supportive but nah. There’s always that one unofficial queen bee who decides whose pain is valid. If your story doesn’t meet the tragedy threshold, you’re dismissed with a kind smile and a side-eye. Didn’t cry? You’re cold. Cried too much? You’re manipulative. Showed growth? You clearly haven’t suffered enough.

And heaven forbid you ask a logical question or try to bring balance to the convo. Suddenly, you’re “gaslighting,” “invalidating,” or “not being trauma-informed.” Translation? You didn’t clap hard enough at someone’s pity party. That’s a cancelable offense in this space.

Some people don’t come to these groups to heal, they come to perform. Healing? Optional. Sympathy? Mandatory. The moment someone gently suggests accountability or growth, the mood shifts. Side chats erupt. You’re called “toxic” and “unsafe.” You can literally feel the passive-aggressive energy vibrating through the group chat. They don’t want healing they want a fan base.

And the real kicker? These same people will quote Brene Brown, post daily affirmations, and call you “sis” right before emotionally ambushing you with “feedback” that feels like a spiritual slap. It's like being hugged by a cactus in a hoodie.

Look, not all support groups are like this. There are beautiful, honest, brave circles out there. But in the era of trauma clout and Insta-therapy, some people have confused emotional manipulation with emotional intelligence. They’re not trying to process they’re trying to trend. It’s healing, but make it performative.

So if you’re ever sitting in a circle virtual or physical wondering why you feel more drained than supported, it’s not you. You’re just surrounded by people who think pain is a personality, and overreaction is enlightenment.

Keep it real. Keep it grounded. And when the drama starts to outweigh the healing, quietly pack your truth and bounce. Healing is not a group project especially not when half the group thinks being the loudest victim is a flex.