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Men are scum, women are bitches?


In this wonderful era of 'men are scum', 'women are bitches' , 'we are all scums' , we fail to notice the time wasters. Whenever he/she comes fully packaged, looking perfect, we jump right into a relationship with hope you two might just turn out to be 'social media goals' and hop out seconds later turning into motivational/inspirational speakers and pointing out the scums and trashes.

This is why evaluation remains important. Assess yourself, do sums, list reasons why.

Don't let people's relationships define yours, don't expect your woman to be Beyonce or expect your man to be Jay z. You have no idea what their relationship is like, they will only show you what they want you to see.

People are dating the idea of what their partner could become - Rihanna 


When in any kind of relationship you should make sure you're a matured person dealing with another matured human. There are so many failed relationships in our society today because it was rushed into, because you failed to know and understand who you are dealing with, because you couldn't tolerate, because you lacked patience. The key to a lasting relationship is patience and trust.

These days people get into romantic relationships because of what they could get out of it, 'money, connection, sex etc' . or simply to create an illusion , that is self deceit. When things go south they start playing the blame game, pointing accusing fingers. A relationship could end badly if you or your partner is toxic.

Maybe it is true men are scum, maybe its true women are bitches,people make these comments  because they have probably been hurt before, either ways we are stuck together forever. Men need women just as women need men.

There's no need to go on social media or any other platform to fish out scums, work on yourself, spiritually, mentally, emotionally and psychologically only then will you find the 'perfect' partner for you.

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  1. Well I'm blown away by this write-up, we're indeed stuck together forever 😂😂.. very educative for real. 🙏💥

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