So I’m trying to figure out why it is that a man today should propose.
And my basic question is this: who stands to gain the most from a marriage?
A woman will gain his last name, total control over their children, a default assumption of innocence in any marital disputes, control over his health and end of life decisions, half of his income in the present, half of it for the future, alimony, child support, access to his pension, and because she gets the children, she gets the house. She can also jail him at any time with accusations of marital rape, or abuse, or exposing pornography to the children, or whatever the heck she wants. Guaranteed and enforced by law. She can even get pregnant by another man, openly cuckolding him, and still force her husband to pay.
So why does HE have to ask HER?
What does he gain? Absolutely no guarantee of virginity, chastity, fidelity, respect, domestic skill, half of HER income, nothing. What’s hers is hers, and what’s his is hers. A woman has absolutely no legal or social requirement to bring any wifely qualities to the table, nor behave like a wife once she legally becomes one.
A man asking a woman to give him her hand in marriage, is asking for the honor of being put in the worst position he could possibly be in. A position with no rights, all of those belong to her, he just has responsibilities. He is also tying himself to one vagina,
and the owner of that vagina will use it
to control him, as she does not need sex as much as he does. When she needs verbal release, she can go elsewhere. When she needs attention and compliments, she can go elsewhere. When she needs finances, she can go elsewhere.
When he needs sex, he JUST HAS HER. People will say, what about masturbation or porn, but you don’t need a wife for those things. You need a wife for live, real time, in person love making. Which will of course be at her discretion, not his, even though she gets her benefits daily and guaranteed.
So I’ll ask one more time……why, exactly, should a man propose to a woman?
SHE should be proposing to HIM.
And my basic question is this: who stands to gain the most from a marriage?
A woman will gain his last name, total control over their children, a default assumption of innocence in any marital disputes, control over his health and end of life decisions, half of his income in the present, half of it for the future, alimony, child support, access to his pension, and because she gets the children, she gets the house. She can also jail him at any time with accusations of marital rape, or abuse, or exposing pornography to the children, or whatever the heck she wants. Guaranteed and enforced by law. She can even get pregnant by another man, openly cuckolding him, and still force her husband to pay.
So why does HE have to ask HER?
What does he gain? Absolutely no guarantee of virginity, chastity, fidelity, respect, domestic skill, half of HER income, nothing. What’s hers is hers, and what’s his is hers. A woman has absolutely no legal or social requirement to bring any wifely qualities to the table, nor behave like a wife once she legally becomes one.
A man asking a woman to give him her hand in marriage, is asking for the honor of being put in the worst position he could possibly be in. A position with no rights, all of those belong to her, he just has responsibilities. He is also tying himself to one vagina,
and the owner of that vagina will use it to control him, as she does not need sex as much as he does. When she needs verbal release, she can go elsewhere. When she needs attention and compliments, she can go elsewhere. When she needs finances, she can go elsewhere.
When he needs sex, he JUST HAS HER. People will say, what about masturbation or porn, but you don’t need a wife for those things. You need a wife for live, real time, in person love making. Which will of course be at her discretion, not his, even though she gets her benefits daily and guaranteed.
So I’ll ask one more time……why, exactly, should a man propose to a woman?
SHE should be proposing to HIM.
He too far gone. Think's he's got a princess, and they got a daughter together...I ain't gonna fukk dude family/fantasy up like that. Much like the other homie prolly ain't want to fukk mines up when he knocked her up and I was thinking of baby names 
It's so demonic, brehs 
Only for a DEFCON 4 situation where I end up running across homie and he on some wild shyt...Then, and only then...will he ever know the truth. 
and the rest was history. She came down wit her homegirl, and it was the first time me & her had spoke in months, since the abortion. Slightly awkward, but I was dead set on fukkin her brains out all night. My man & her girl leave to go to McDonalds real quick, and I go to the bathroom to piss real quick, take my shirt off for a second, and admire my body in the mirror 
In the corner of my eye, I can see her facing me, with her camera phone out, somewhat pointed towards me...And I turn around like "what you doing?" 
She was like "just taking a picture of youuuu..." And I was like 
"Stop playin......delete that shyt, I wasn't even flexing.....lemme see." I reach and go grab for her phone, and she got real funny with it. Had a death grip on that bytch, and I ain't even have intentions of going through it, or thinking she was up to anything...That set off the last of the red flags, and I went ahead and struggled wit her for a minute over the phone, since she was trying to play it off like she didn't get real scary wit it...End up locking myself in the bathroom (the bytch started tearing the room up, throwing chairs and shyt, so I KNEW I was on to something.....the little demon was coming outta this bytch, and ever since that run-in w her pops & the knife, I was kind of 
about shorty, ain't wanna blam her though), so I'm locked in the bathroom, laughing at her like "chilll....I'm just gonna look, come out and fukk you real quick..." and as I'm going through it, I peep the texts...from MONTHS before, some dude she'd been texting like "so you gonna get the abortion, right?...u tell him who's it is?" and she had replied like "yeah......no, he doesn't know..."
Breh, I had to pick this bytch up and ACT like I was about to fukk, just to throw her on the bed, get her off me and run out the room...This little shyt was a demon, brehs. On top of the bipolar disorder and fukkery, a whole lot of details came out (she was texting some nikka she'd always told me had "raped" her, who she hated), I found out she was a pathological liar.
(nikka was prolly about to smash the friend & ran game the whole time in the car)...We dip...And the bytch hops in her car, leaves her friend in the room, and follows us.....gets on the highway, catching up to us....and followed between us and an 18-wheeler, veering towards the damn truck 
like she was about to kill herself in front of us. Batshyt crazy breh...Like how'd I end up with this bytch....Why?....(Dat p*ssy & dat face & that bread, nikka, that's why 
) Ended up tricking her dumbass and taking an off-ramp before she had time to react and get off on the one we did. 
agreed to come to my crib. Thinking she was gonna stay the night & kick it & cuddle all night...Told her to catch a cab and I'd take her home. Soon as she got to my crib, I took her to my homie crib across the street, which was the trap/party house. We all got fukked up and she got fly outta her mouth, I embarrassed her in front of everybody (but this clown nikka was still simping), ain't even bother fukkin her....left her over there for the wolves to have their way. She ended up having to catch a cab home, cuz none of them nikkas wanted to. That was the last I'd heard of her. Heard eventually she ended up dating one of the nikkas that was there that night....and doing HIM dirty. 
She was still badder than a mf...But I was hip. bytch couldn't play me if she wanted to. We end up reminising about all the fukkery, and just let it out conversationally, and this bytch begins to pour her heart out. 
Ain't heard from her since 
my brehs.
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