I can deal with it.
Yeah, she’ll do her shit, but my shit’s better than her shit.
I’ll keep shit together and make things work.
I’M A REAL MAN!
When it comes to relationships isn’t this what men tell themselves?
And so you deal with shit. You pass shit test after shit test and keep it all together.
But for every test you pass another comes along and they get progressively more difficult to deal with.
They kill your soul not with the sledgehammer that you would immediately see, but with the death of a thousand cuts.
Blue pill man:
I can hack it and measure up, even surpass your feeble attempts at controlling me.
Woman:
I control the measuring stick and will adjust the scale until no man can measure up, and if you don’t like it, tough! I have society and the law behind me.