Let Me Tell You This Straight
Let me tell you this straight: asking for a prenup feels like handing a loaded gun to your partner in a crowded room. You do it wrong? You’re the one bleeding out. You do it right? You’re both still standing, ready for the fight ahead.
The Damage Done by Disney Fairy Tales
Bullshit’s what most people think when they hear the word "prenup." Hollywood taught your fiancée to equate them with gold-diggers and cheating celebs. But here’s the real truth:
It’s Not Betrayal, It’s Bulletproofing
Think of a prenup like a bulletproof vest or a helmet. Do you wear one because you expect to be shot or crash your bike? Hell no. But you wear it so when shit hits the fan, you’re not down for the count.
Drop the 'I’m Not Worried' Crap
Here’s what gets you killed in a relationship: pretending the war isn’t coming. Your childhood trauma isn’t your fault, but if you don’t plan for the worst-case scenario, you’re handing your ex the keys to your kingdom on a silver platter.
Hit 'Em With the Why, Not the How
Schedule a "hard-talk" session. Start by dumping that mess about your parents’ divorce and how it felt watching love get butchered. Make it clear you’re not some paranoid son of a bitch—this is about both of you not ending up like him and her, tearing into each other over a damn record collection.
Insurance – Bulletproof Vests, Helmets, You Get the Gist
Frame it as disaster prep, not a death sentence. Like buying flood insurance for your house or fireproof curtains. You don’t want the flood, but when it comes, you need to know you’ll weather it without losing everything.
She’ll Fight You with Words, You Fight Cooler
Her first reaction? Probably a flurry of emotional grenades. Don’t react—let her vent. Answer with calm and facts: "This isn’t about you trying to scam me. It’s about me not wanting to live the trauma I saw my dad do to my mom."
Make Her Lawyer Cry Nicely
Insist she hires her own lawyer. This isn’t about you being sneaky; it’s about showing you’ll play fair. You’re building a bridge, not a wall, and she needs to see you’re not some paranoid prick.
Bonus Round: You’ll Be Surprised
Half the time, partners are already thinking the same thing. If she’s seen her parents’ divorce or has her own baggage, this could be the moment you both snap out of the "we’re perfect" fairy story and start adulting.
The Bottom Line: You’re the General, Not the Soldier
War plans aren’t for cowards—they’re for leaders who don’t want their people walking into a firefight blind. This prenup? It’s not a sign of doubt. It’s you proving you’ve got the spine to plan for every damn possibility while still choosing to fight for her.
You’re Not Invisible – The World’s Just Blind
You feel like the world’s ignoring you? Newsflash: They’re not seeing you, but you’re not the ghost in the room.
Autism’s Not a Curse, It’s a Different Code
Think of autism like a game that runs on a different OS. You loaded the wrong software for decades, trying to make sense of code written for normal people. No wonder it felt broken.
The Mask Game They Made You Play
That "person suit" you wear? It’s not a disguise—it’s a prison uniform. You’ve been dressing like a stranger in a mirror, asking, "Am I okay?" while the whole world’s just... bad at reading the map.
Flirting’s a Foreign Language You’re Not SpeakingWhen people flirt, you see hieroglyphics. And don’t act surprised—the system was built against you. Neurotypicals see a wink, you see a typo. That’s not your failure. It’s the language itself.
You’re Not Static, You’re Static to Others
Here’s the brutal truth: You think you’re invisible because people can’t see the "interesting" button blinking on you. The world’s wired to miss signals from someone walking a different beat.
Autism’s the Key You Didn’t Realize You Needed
Knowing you’re autistic? That’s not a label—it’s a weapon. Suddenly, all the confusion? It’s not you. It never was. The world just asked you to fight in a ring built for other guys. Now you know the terrain.
Stop Sanding Yourself Down to Fit
For decades, you’ve been trying to look human in a dog’s world. You sanded off pieces of you to fit into a mold that never felt right. No wonder it left you hollow.
Build Your New Playbook
Start calling shots like you mean it. Tell people you need them to speak plainly, to cut the "eye contact flirts" nonsense and give you real language you can run with. Own your needs like a boss who’s had enough of stupid rules.
You’ve Got a Cheat Code Now
Understanding autism isn’t some tragic diagnosis—it’s the cheat code to your power-up. You always felt like you were wrong in the room. Stop. You were wrong in the script they gave you. Now rewrite it.
Grace is for the Weak
Forgive yourself for not knowing. Forgive the world for setting you up to fail. Now build a new life where you don’t hide behind masks. The world’s still a mess, but you’ve got a new map. Start navigating like the damn general you are.