u/Competitive_Cod1135

Edible packing peanuts for lunch 💅✨

I am so sick of mediocre men holding back successful female creators.

For the past week, I’ve been building the ultimate cozy fortress in our living room out of eighty-five heavy-duty Amazon shipping boxes. It is literally the most aesthetic, pastel-pink sanctuary you have ever seen. It has its own lighting, a designated corner for my ring lights, and three different walking pads running at the same time to power my energy.

This afternoon, I was doing a highly emotional, raw, unedited unboxing vlog for my subscribers. I was stripping the tape off a giant palette of imported storage containers, crying my eyes out because the colors weren't matching my aura, when my husband decides to slide under the cardboard flap like a little worm.

He didn't even look at the vision. He just looked around the living room and said: "We can't get to the front door, the postal carrier refuses to come to our porch anymore, and you've spent our entire rent money on empty plastic drawers."

I absolutely lost my mind. The sheer disrespect.

I collapsed onto my pile of packing peanuts, sobbing so hard my nose started bleeding, and wailed that his complete lack of artistic support is the direct cause of my credit card debt. I told him he is a parasite feeding off my content and that my chronic back pain from carrying these shipments is entirely his fault. To protect my peace, I locked myself inside my shipping box fortress and refused to look at his toxic face.

So the coward actually dragged his sleeping bag out to his Honda Civic and is literally sleeping in the driveway like a squatter.

I am currently reigning supreme from my cardboard throne. I taped twenty empty shoe boxes to my head to block out his toxic frequency and now I am just sitting here, covered in static-cling packing peanuts.

girls is this divorce worthy??

Organic herb infused brownies for lunch :)

OMGGG I’m literally shaking while typing this but my boyfriend is the ULTIMATE BUM and I am so done with this incompatibility. He’s a massive stoner who lets it completely ruin his life and I used to smoke even more than him if we’re honest, going through insane amounts every single day until a few days ago when I just decided I was better than that now. I'm ASCENDING and he's still down there in the trenches.

He gets £700 a month from his parents on top of them paying everything and blows it in a week on weed. Meanwhile I was doing the exact same thing but with my £800 + whatever I could guilt him into spotting me for "us". Now it gives me the ick every time. I only enabled it for eight months straight because… well I was doing it with him.

He has a 15,000 word dissertation due in August and hasn't written ONE SINGLE WORD because he'd rather rotate blunts. I spent the last six months in the same fog, high as hell doing nothing but now I'm suddenly a productivity goddess who goes to the gym 5-6x a week, cycles like a Tour de France girlie, racks up 8k+ steps daily, and actually sleeps 8 hours. It’s such a drag to get him to do any of these things with me now that I’ve done a full 180 overnight.

He doesn’t have a job and just vibes off his parents’ endless money and student loans for rent, food, weed, and everything else like a spoiled housecat. His parents are literal saints who bend over backwards just to keep their baby boy smiling and medicated. When we started dating 8 months ago we were both feral degenerates hotboxing life and eating cold pizza for breakfast, living our best sloppy era, but I randomly had a main character glow-up three days ago and became this disciplined gym queen while he stayed pure and consistent like a loyal little stoner golden retriever.

He also watches porn every single day which is whatever I guess, but it’s honestly so tragic when I’m sitting right here looking like an absolute SNACK after my glow-up, practically serving looks on a platter, and he’s still choosing to tug it to blurry thumbnails instead of me. Poor guy must be so lost and confused now that I’ve become this untouchable clean-girl goddess practically overnight while he’s still the same little gooner he’s always been.

I do definitely think he’s neurodivergent btw. I’m also autistic and ADHD but I still don’t think it’s an excuse, especially now that I’ve decided to stop using mine as one since Sunday. I struggle greatly with my neurodivergence and I still show up every day (for the last 72 hours) to build a fulfilling and healthy life for myself while he doesn’t even try.

He’s 27 by the way 🍒 ultimate cherry on top of this mess.

I’m breaking up with him TODAY. I deserve someone who can match my new elevated, gym, clean-eating, non-degenerate goddess energy!! No more settling 💅✨