Listen, bro—this ain’t your first rodeo and you sure as hell ain’t the expert.
Relationships don’t work like a goddamn manual you read in one night. You think six months is enough time to size up a woman, figure out if she’s the one? That’s like trying to run a marathon after sprinting a few blocks. You’re still riding on the New Relationship Energy high, kid—like a new tank fresh off the production line before it hits the battlefield. It ain’t ready. And neither are you.
Her heart ain’t in it—her phone is.
Look, you’re not the first guy to feel like a woman’s got one foot out the door. The second time you ask her if she loves you? Yeah, now you’re not her priority, you’re a project. And if she’s glued to her phone when you’re together, that’s not a red flag—that’s a flaming neon tower of warning she’s building her life around Wi-Fi. Phones aren’t enemies. People who think they’re better than real humans with real emotions are.
Her bestie ain’t a threat—he’s a reminder.
p>Just because your girlfriend’s bestie rubs elbows with her every day don’t mean he’s gonna try to steal her. That dude’s been in her life longer than you’ve been on this Earth. The fights she loses sleep over? That’s history, not a love triangle. You think you’re the first person she’s ever been close to? No. You’re the third, fourth, maybe the seventh. And if you start treating her friendship like it’s a crime, you’re gonna end up as the enemy she never saw coming.Staring down a mirror? You’re the one making the mess.
You want answers? Look in the damn mirror. Every time you question her love, you’re proving you don’t trust her—and that’s the one thing that’ll bury a marriage before it ever gets dug. You think marriage is a sprint? It’s not. It’s a relentless war of communication, self-control, and swallowing pride. And right now, you’re choking on jealousy like it’s a noose. Figure out your side first before you start blaming hers.
And the second half—old man with a dead heart?
You’re 57, got the soul of a wounded soldier, and now you’re stuck trying to find love in a damn desert. You’re not the problem. The problem is you’re still listening to those voice in your head that told you you’re broken. You ain’t broken—you’re battle-scarred. The guys who got partners aren’t better than you. They just didn’t let self-doubt turn into a cage. Get your head straight, stop hiding, and meet people where they are. Fortune ain’t gonna find you holed up in your apartment—get out there and kiss some frogs.