Month: May 2025

We all know the feminist myth that women make 77 cents to a man’s dollar. The reason behind that gap is simple, women refuse to take on the hard, dirty, dangerous jobs that men do. You will rarely see women lining up to become mechanics, plumbers, electricians, painters, drywall installers, carpenters, roofers, truck drivers, miners, or any other labor-intensive, high-risk profession.
 
But there are industries where women not only participate, but dominate, earning far more than their male counterparts doing the exact same job.
 
Here are the lines of work where women out-earn men:
 
1. Models – The top female fashion models make tens of millions, with some reaching $377 million, while the top male model barely scrapes past $1.5 million.
 
2. Pornography – Female adult performers command higher pay, more exposure, and dominate the revenue in the industry, while male performers are often seen as disposable.
 
3. Strippers – Strip clubs and gentlemen’s clubs are flooded with women earning thousands a night. Male strippers are a rare novelty and don’t come close in earnings.
 
4. Waitresses / Bartenders – Attractive women in these roles pull in far more in tips than their male counterparts, especially in nightlife and upscale venues.
 
5. Childcare – Though not glamorous, women dominate this field and, in private arrangements like nannies and au pairs, can command premium rates over men.
 
6. Nursing – In certain specialties, female nurses are preferred and often offered better scheduling and client-facing roles, translating into better compensation packages.
 
7. Real Estate Sales – Women in real estate often out-earn men through networking, leveraging social charm, and client preference for female agents.
 
8. Spouse – Marriage itself is a financial arrangement where women can secure lifelong financial support, even after divorce, through alimony and child support, regardless of their contribution to the marriage.
 
9. Doctor – In specific fields like dermatology, pediatrics, and obstetrics, female doctors can out-earn male counterparts due to patient preferences and practice dynamics.
 
10. Social Worker – In roles involving children, families, or victims, women are often favored, leading to faster promotions and preferred caseloads with financial incentives.
 
The narrative that women are always victims in the wage gap conversation falls apart when you look at industries where female dominance is undeniable and their paychecks reflect that.

When a man partners with a woman, he immediately becomes a second class citizen, never to be believed. He becomes her provider, her breadwinner, her personal ATM machine. Once she is comfortable with what he provides, she gives up on her responsibilities and dumps them on his shoulders. He becomes her workhorse, expected to carry the load until the day he collapses. And when he does, she discards him like a broken tool and starts shopping for his replacement, an upgrade.
 
If she lies and tells the world he hit her or cheated on her, the world rushes to her defense. She’s too cute to lie. He’s guilty by default. He gets punished. His child is ripped away from him. She gets the sympathy, the attention, the support, while the world plays hero and rescues her from the “abusive” man.
 
If a man sees this cycle repeat with every woman he partners with, society still blames him. He’s told it’s his fault for picking the wrong woman, for not predicting her future behavior, for not seeing the red flags that she hid.
 
But if that man chooses not to partner with women anymore, if he decides to walk away from the game entirely, the world brands him a loser or mocks him with slurs. They will shame him relentlessly, not because he failed, but because he refuses to be used.

She will use every weapon in her arsenal to force you into commitment. She will shame you, pressure you, make demands, manipulate you, and rally her friends and family to corner you. In some cases, she will even use her own kids to push you into submission.
 
But commitment is always one way. You commit to her. She will never commit to you.

When I was 26, I dated a 38 year old woman. Later, I found out she had a net worth of $41 million. My first thought was simple, this could work. She liked me, I liked her, we made a good couple. Money shouldn’t have been an issue. She had her own, I had my own. It should have been that simple.
 
But it wasn’t.
 
She had a problem with the fact that I couldn’t afford the kind of vacations she was used to. That was the dealbreaker. Not compatibility, not connection, not character, just the fact that I couldn’t match her spending habits.
 
Needless to say, she ended it.

I really don’t care what any PickUp Artist has to say. The best way to get a girl to notice you is to never acknowledge her looks with the usual weak compliments like “Gorgeous” or “Beautiful.” That’s just kissing her ass and putting yourself beneath her. It screams submission.
 
If you want to stand out, you need to scrutinize her. Call out any imperfections you see immediately. Show her that you’re not blinded by her looks and that you don’t fall in line like every other guy begging for her approval. That’s how you flip the script.

TheXYGhost: Today’s women love criminals, substance abusers, minors, and submissive simps. The forbidden fruit.
 
Girl: You don’t know what you’re talking about. Not all women are like that. There are plenty of women looking for a good guy, you just have to find them.
 
TheXYGhost: Why should I go searching for them if they’re supposedly looking too?
 
Girl: You need to meet them halfway.
 
TheXYGhost: If they initiate a conversation, I’ll answer.
 
Girl: No, you need to make the first move.
 
TheXYGhost: Why?
 
Girl: Girls like when a guy makes the first move.
 
TheXYGhost: Not all women are like that. If they’re truly looking, they’ll find me.
 
Girl: You’re impossible.
 
TheXYGhost: I’m worth it.

Just walked out of my apartment building today and struck up a conversation with a man who moved in with his then-girlfriend back in 1963. They got married and never had children.
 
He told me that since his wife passed away six years ago, he has visited 15 countries in the last five years. He’s now 75 years old and has had three girlfriends since his wife’s passing. All three of them were under 34 years old.
 
Ask yourself, do you really think the average woman in her mid-70s is out here getting 30-year-old boyfriends? Not a chance.
 
You have it good, my friend. You are a man. Be proud of that fact. You create. You invent. You improve. You build. You repair. You provide. You protect.
 
Never let anyone shame you for being a man.

If a man tells a woman, “Every time I go camping, I get attacked by a bear”. The woman might say, “Maybe camping is not for you.”
 
If a man tells a woman, “Every time I jump into the ocean, I get attacked by some sort of sea creature”. The woman might say, “Maybe jumping in the ocean is not for you.”
 
If a man tells a woman, “Every time I try to swim, I nearly drown and get rescued by lifeguards”. The woman might say, “Maybe swimming is not for you.”
 
If a man tells a woman, “Every time I eat peanut butter I get rushed to the emergency room”. The woman might say, “Maybe peanut butter is not for you.”
 
But…
 
If a man tells a woman, “Every time I get into a relationship, it ends up in a disastrous and messy breakup.”. The woman might say,“Where do you find these women?”“You pick the wrong women.”“Not ALL women are like that” 
And…
 
“Be open minded. You’ll meet the right one soon.”

When you’re in a relationship with a woman, you’re not just dealing with her. You’re dealing with an entire network of people, each with their own hidden agendas.
 
Your girlfriend secretly wants your best friend.
 
One of your friends wants your girlfriend.
 
Your girlfriend has a “guy friend” who’s her backup plan, sitting in the “friend zone,” just waiting for his shot. You’re supposed to accept this without question, but if you have a casual lunch with a female coworker, it’s World War III.
 
At her job, there’s a guy she secretly likes. Another guy at work likes her, and she tells you about him, not as a warning, but as a way to remind you she has options.
 
Then there’s her fat, ugly, single “best friend” who despises you. Why? Because you took her emotional crutch away. That friend can’t attract a man of her own, so she leeches off your girlfriend’s desirability to get noticed. Your girlfriend keeps her around because standing next to that blob makes her feel more attractive.
 
One of her other friends is quietly in love with you, resenting the man she pretends to care for. This friend, along with the fat one, is always working behind the scenes to break you and your girlfriend apart. They both have something to gain from your relationship failing.
 
Then there’s the guy your girlfriend flirts with and leads on just enough to keep him orbiting, using him as a pawn to spark jealousy in you. She dreams of you fighting over her, proving your worth by chasing her drama. That, to her, is exciting.
 
And every time you call this out, you’ll hear the same tired line:
 
“Not all women are like that.”
 
But every time, the pattern repeats.

It’s easy for any woman to prove her equality to men.
 
She doesn’t need to protest. She doesn’t need to shout in the streets. She doesn’t need slogans, marches, or hashtags.
 
All she needs to do is enroll in a trade school. Learn a skill. Become a mechanic, an HVAC repair technician, a truck driver, a cab driver, a plumber, or an electrician.
 
Get the job. Show up. Do the work.
 
Equality proven. No speeches required.

Why is it that the same women who shout “women can do anything a man can” are also the ones who say the best business decision a woman can make is marrying the right man?
 
One woman told me that exact line, and I looked her dead in the eye and said, “Then why are you out with me? Go find yourself a Bill Gates, Jeff Bezos, or Mark Zuckerberg.”
 
You mean to tell me that after 60 years of feminism, after all the noise about independence and breaking glass ceilings, women still believe they can’t earn enough to make a difference? After all the degrees, all the empowerment speeches, and all the hashtags, their ultimate plan is still to latch onto a man who already built something.
 
That’s not empowerment. That’s not independence. That’s just a new way of saying, “I need a man to take care of me,” while pretending it’s a strategic move. The mask slips when survival is on the line.

I used to think it was just the girls in my neighborhood. Then I figured it was only the girls in school. After that, I thought maybe it was just a Manhattan thing. It took some time, but eventually I blamed it on NYC as a whole.
 
Then I believed it was just an American problem.
 
So I went to Europe. Same behavior. Dated Asians from the mother continent. No difference. Went to South America. Same pattern. Went to church, thinking I’d find something different, but it only confirmed what I already knew.
 
Women are lazy leeches, ticks, bloodsuckers, and vultures. They all think they deserve better than the man they’re with. They expect you to work yourself into the ground to meet their delusional fantasies of entitlement. Their dependency on you is absolute. Like a parasite, she will drain you dry, and once you’re used up, she’ll find another host. She won’t even wait for the corpse to get cold. She’ll finish off the last host while she’s already latched onto the next.

I used to think it was just the girls in my neighborhood. Then I figured it was only the girls in school. After that, I thought maybe it was just a Manhattan thing. It took some time, but eventually I blamed it on NYC as a whole.
 
Then I believed it was just an American problem.
 
So I went to Europe. Same behavior. Dated Asians from the mother continent. No difference. Went to South America. Same pattern. Went to church, thinking I’d find something different, but it only confirmed what I already knew.
 
Women are lazy leeches, ticks, bloodsuckers, and vultures. They all think they deserve better than the man they’re with. They expect you to work yourself into the ground to meet their delusional fantasies of entitlement. Their dependency on you is absolute. Like a parasite, she will drain you dry, and once you’re used up, she’ll find another host. She won’t even wait for the corpse to get cold. She’ll finish off the last host while she’s already latched onto the next.

TheXYGhost: Do you think the size of the gift determines how much someone loves you?
 
Girl: Yes, it does!
 
TheXYGhost: Good. I’m going to Hawaii for three weeks, and I’m taking the girl who loves me the most. You’ve got a head start because I’m telling you first.
 
Girl: That’s not fair!
 
TheXYGhost: Life isn’t fair. Show your love. You’ve got until the end of the month.

Modern dating has collapsed into a never ending brutal exchange of looks and money. A woman temporarily trades her beauty for a man’s income and the bond is never stable because the market never sleeps. To her there is always room to upgrade as she is on the lookout no matter if she is married engaged etc. If a woman raises her status with a college degree and raises her income higher than the man she is currently with she views him as worthless. She immediately searches for another with a higher market value. This is a society that openly rewards chaos and punishes structure. We now live in a normalized culture that encourages women to have fifteen kids from ten different men and men to have thirty kids from thirty different women. That is not a family built on cohesion or moral values. That is factory breeding designed to collect multiple streams of child support welfare SNAP EBT and Section 8. No accountability. No unity. No responsibility. Only profit.
 
She upgrades without consequence and he pays the penalty for moving forward. She raises her income and walks out with the kids which tears the bond with the father who mattered most to that child. She raises her beauty and draws new men with more resources and she walks away clean because the system punishes him and protects her. Upgrading is profit for her. Upgrading is punishment for him.Marriage once stood as a fortress around family. Now it chains a man with lifetime obligation long after the relationship collapses. If her expectations were built in fantasy and the fantasy fails the punishment is real. The system lets her walk away with half his life while he rebuilds from the ashes. He must keep her endlessly happy yet happiness is not something one person can create for another. Happiness must be built inside and no man can supply it no matter how hard he fights.
 
And yet these same women cry out with the tired line “where are all the good men” as if they were victims of a shortage. They are not victims of a shortage. They are victims of their own habits. They spent their teens and twenties disrespecting every man who treated them well. They used men tested them provoked them teased them insulted them humiliated them played them finessed them and cheated on them without guilt. A woman gets hit on a hundred times a month. That becomes twelve hundred times a year. That becomes twelve thousand times between eighteen and twenty eight. And with all that male attention she still chooses the same kind of man. The gangster. The criminal. The alcoholic. The gambler. The abuser. The ex con. The player. The cheater. The disaster. The drug addict. The dealer. The thief.
 
She seeks chaos because chaos excites her. It feeds her ego. It fuels her fantasy that she can tame destruction. So she picks the worst men alive then claims innocence when the fire burns her. The problem is never the absence of good men. The problem is her blindness to good men. A stable man a disciplined man a peaceful man feels boring to a woman raised on dysfunction. So she ignores him disrespects him or uses him until he finally walks.
 
The only things she initiates are arguments and breakups. She bounces from man to man expecting unlimited dates constant attention and endless payments from any fool desperate enough to tolerate her games. Some women have even abandon their husband and their children to marry a man on death row or locked in a maximum security prison. There is no bottom to the craving for chaos.
 
Then forty arrives. Her beauty fades. Her attention shrinks. Her options collapse. She looks at the ruins she built and she cries “where are all the good men”. The answer is brutal. Those good men were always there. They simply stopped tolerating disrespect. They walked away to save their sanity. They built new lives with peace and discipline and purpose. They invested in themselves instead of being drained by arguments nagging and endless demands.
 
A woman treats a man worse than a slave because she sees him as a work animal that must never rest. She rages the moment he sits because in her mind he exists to serve. She demands labor and gives chaos. She demands loyalty and gives disrespect. She demands effort and gives nothing but stress. This pattern destroys relationships and many have watched it ruin the lives of countless men.
 
So when these women hit the wall they dare to ask “where are all the good men”. The truth is simple. Good men are exactly where any man with self respect eventually goes. They are far away. They are unreachable. They refuse to return to women who wasted their youth on destruction. Good men were never missing. Good men simply stopped dealing with women who refused to be worth reaching.

Eve always invites the snake into the Garden of Eden. Always. She cannot help herself. The garden could be flawless, filled with love, order, peace, and purpose, and she will still go looking for something to ruin it. Not because she is evil by nature, but because stillness unsettles her. She craves a disruption. She searches for it. She needs it to feel alive. The serpent does not need to sneak in. She brings it through the gates herself. She may call it a friend, a book, a conversation, a mentor, or a healer, but the outcome is the same. The serpent has arrived.
 
A man gives her the Garden of Eden. A home. Protection. Order. Direction. And she calls it too safe. Too structured. Too predictable. She convinces herself it is a cage, not a gift. So she seeks the one voice that will tell her what she wants to hear. The voice that will scratch the itch of dissatisfaction. The voice that feeds her ego and tells her she is right to feel restless. She listens. She repeats the words in her mind. And just like that, the snake is in the garden.
 
She speaks with another woman who is bitter and broken. That woman calls herself wise. Eve listens. She reads something that tells her she deserves more. That her man does not understand her. That she is losing herself. She lets those words take root in her heart. She shares her soul with someone who does not honor it, and calls it healing. She exposes her husband’s weaknesses to someone who does not care about him, and calls it honesty. She plants doubt where there should be trust, resentment where there should be gratitude, suspicion where there should be peace.
 
She does not just fall. She walks toward the fall with open arms. She craves the fall. And when paradise crumbles around her, she says she was unhappy. She says it was necessary. She says she had to grow. But growth did not build the Garden. Loyalty did. Obedience did. Order did. The serpent never builds. It only whispers. It only tempts. It only offers the illusion of freedom while pulling the roots out from everything sacred.
 
Look through history. How many homes were destroyed because she let another voice drown out the man who protected her? How many families lost their foundation because she chased a feeling instead of honoring a promise? How many men were left broken in the dust because the woman they gave everything to believed a lie whispered in her ear? The serpent never speaks loud. It never needs to. Eve listens carefully. She always has.
 
You cannot prove this wrong. The Garden of Eden is never taken by force. It is surrendered by choice. And Eve is always the one who opens the door.

How many men have you divorced?
 
How many men weren’t good enough for you?
 
How many men were too nice, too kind, too boring for your taste?
 
How many children did you make fatherless?
 
How many fathers did you rip away from their children?
 
You’ve spent years chasing gangsters, thugs, criminals, alcoholics, and junkies. You gave them everything. Your time, your body, your loyalty. Meanwhile, you kicked the decent man in the balls just to amuse yourself. You rejected the man who would have stayed. You shamed the man who would have built a future with you. You sabotaged every man who didn’t fit your drama script.
 
Now you’re in your 40s. The world no longer cares for your childish games. The attention has dried up. So you lash out at your own children, but even they don’t like you. They see through you. They know who you are.
 
You tell me you want to be accepted for who you are. But you never accepted the men in your past for who they were. You demanded they change. You demanded they serve your needs while you gave them nothing but complaints and conditions. You destroyed good men because they didn’t entertain your chaos.
 
You stole a father from his children. You stole children from their father. And now, you want me to trust you? Trust you long enough to feed you, clothe you, and clean up the mess you made? Are you insane?
 
You are still hunting for Mr. Perfect. Still searching for a man who will tolerate your nonsense. But now, the younger women are taking your place. They are stepping into the spotlight you lost. You will cheer them on as they follow the same path to self-destruction. They will become you, and you’re too blind to see it.
 
Yet after all this, you will say you’ve done nothing wrong. You will accuse me of hating all women because I dared to tell you the truth about yourself. You don’t want the truth. You want another fool to lie to you. I’m not that fool.

When a woman says a man has “so much potential,” she is not giving him a compliment. She is calculating his future usefulness. She is not admiring his work ethic, intelligence, or character. She is scouting for how much of his success she can hijack. The word “potential” is her code for “what can I extract from you later?” She has no interest in who the man is today. She only cares about what he might build tomorrow, and how much of it she can claim as hers.
 
“Potential” is not a word of encouragement. It is a measuring stick. She is not cheering you on. She is taking inventory. She is gauging how long she needs to stay attached before your labor pays off for her. She is not planning to build alongside you. She is planning to collect. The man builds, she inherits. The man sacrifices, she benefits. This is the entitlement that hides beneath the smile.
 
The “potential” narrative is a setup. If you succeed, she will act like she was part of the journey. If you struggle, she will abandon ship and look for a man whose “potential” is closer to cashing out. In her mind, your future is already hers, and if you fall short of delivering it, she will punish you for wasting her time.
 
Women who chase “potential” are not partners. They are opportunists. They hover around men who are climbing, waiting to swoop in once the work is done. They will not push you up the ladder, but they will demand to be at the top when you get there. They think loyalty is optional, but rewards are guaranteed.
 
“Potential” is not about what you can become. It is about what she can take from what you become. The moment her expectations are not met, she will leave, blame you, and try to walk away with half of what you built.

Your girlfriend is secretly in love with someone else.
 
One of your friends is in love with your girl.
 
The girl who never gave you the time of day is now showing interest.
 
Your girlfriend’s best friend is jealous of the attention you give her and spreads lies about you.
 
Your friends see the mess and try to rescue you.
 
Meanwhile, your girlfriend gets mad and jealous when you mention any interaction with a female co-worker after she asks, “How was your day?”
 
When you finally break it off, your family tells you it’s your fault she left.
 
Who needs this drama?

She spent her life knocking men down one after another, year after year, telling herself she was above them. Telling herself they were disposable. Telling herself their only value was what they could provide before being dismissed. Respect was never offered because she believed she had already earned superiority just by existing. Over time that belief hardened into habit, and habit turned into identity.
 
Men reached their limit.
 
Women announced loudly and repeatedly that they are strong, powerful, and independent. They said they do not need men. They said they do not want protection. They said male presence is intrusive, threatening, unnecessary. Men listened. And instead of arguing, they adjusted.
 
They stepped back.
 
Not because they became weaker. But because they became aware.
 
Helping now carries risk. Stepping in can destroy a man’s life. Intervention no longer comes with gratitude. It comes with lawsuits, accusations, job loss, public shame, and permanent damage. Men have watched this happen in real time.
 
One man pulled a woman out of the path of a moving train and was sued. Another pushed a woman out of the way of an oncoming truck while she crossed the street staring at her phone and was sued. These stories spread for a reason. They are not anecdotes. They are warnings.
 
So men adapted.
 
They stopped rushing in. They stopped intervening. They stopped protecting strangers who openly declare that men are a threat and a liability. When society tells a man that his help is unwanted and dangerous, he believes it. When he is punished for decency, he learns silence.
 
This is not cruelty. This is consequence.
 
You cannot spend decades degrading men and still expect them to risk everything for you in a moment of danger. You cannot strip men of dignity, authority, and trust, then demand sacrifice on command.
 
Protection was never automatic. It was never guaranteed. It existed because there was mutual respect and shared responsibility.
 
That bond was broken deliberately.
 
And the absence you feel now, when no man steps forward, is not abandonment.
 
It is men doing exactly what they were told to do.

My brother texted me this morning:
 
“Some good-looking girl sat next to me on the bus. She didn’t have to take that seat, there were seats in front and behind. Five minutes in, she drops her coffee lid on my knee by mistake. She apologizes, I said it was fine. Five minutes later, she writes something on the back of a business card, her email and a note saying she’ll pay for my dry cleaning. It was literally a black drop on black dress pants. I think it was staged.”
 
What man wants this type of woman?

I used to hate when my friends would greet my girlfriends by telling them how beautiful they were. They would do it right in front of my face. At first, I didn’t think much of it. But as I got older, I noticed a pattern. Every time, without fail, that same girlfriend would end up in bed with that guy as soon as I called it quits with her.
 
Moral of the story, when your friends compliment your girlfriend in front of you, watch them like a hawk. They’ve already exposed themselves. They’ve already marked their target.

For those of you who are young and think you will never get a girl as good looking as the one who just backstabbed you, think about this:
 
My father married a 25-year-old when he was 48. He is still with her and he is 93. I have two brothers and a great stepmom from that marriage.
 
My father’s father married a 23-year-old woman when he was 52 and had six kids with her.
 
My mother’s father was well into his 60s when two women chased after him. One was 28 and the other was 30. My grandfather wanted nothing to do with either of them. He went home to his wife of over 40 years. He wasn’t rich. He was just a man who didn’t need validation from random women.
 
In my years as MGTOW, since December 2000, I’ve had 23 and a half women propose marriage to me. The half was last month when a tenant of my father told me her sister would marry me in a heartbeat. The rest of them were looking for green cards or a man to pay for another man’s kids.
 
Many young, cute girls would rather marry a 50-year-old man than a young, cute boy would marry a 50-year-old woman.
 
Men have always had power. They just never used it.

In the 1940s, my grandfather had two kids and still volunteered to join the Army and fight in World War II. My grandmother didn’t leave him to search for another man to support her. She got up, found work, and became a housemaid to pay the bills. Side note, she worked for the famed actor and writer Orson Welles.
 
She did her part while my grandfather did his.
 
Fast forward to today, what will most women do if their husband, the father of their children, is away for just 8 hours at work? They will scream and cry that they aren’t getting enough attention. They will spread their legs for the next man who flashes enough money, hoping he will cover her bills and her kids’ expenses just because she allowed him to have sex with her.
 
“Pay my bills because I had sex with you.”
 
That is the transaction they demand. They get furious when you refuse to take on every single responsibility they avoid after sex. They lose their minds when you call them what they are, whores.
 
Because that is the reality. Whores have sex for money. The modern woman expects you to support her in every way imaginable, for the privilege of having sex with her.
 
They do not want a partner, they want a sponsor.

I dated a girl in 1980. Our first date was to see The Blue Lagoon with Brooke Shields and Christopher Atkins. The next date we went to see Ragtime. From the beginning, this girl resisted doing anything, and I mean anything. Spending time with her became a chore. At first, I thought the problem was me, that maybe I wasn’t putting in enough effort. But I was young back then, and I didn’t recognize that her resistance was simply who she was. Everywhere we went was either too hot, too cold, or not good enough for her. No matter what we did or how we did it, she found problems everywhere. What I didn’t understand then was that she wasn’t looking for a partner, she was looking for a provider.
 
Thirty five years later, I saw her again at age 53, sitting inside a Dunkin’ Donuts in New York City, waiting for the beauty salon next door to open so the workers could comb her hair. She had a shopping cart with her and a handkerchief tied over her head to hide her messy hair. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This was the same woman who came from privilege. Her parents lived on 87th Street and Park Avenue, right across the street from Gimbels, and spoiled her with everything she could ever want. Even as an adult she never found a job, because she didn’t have to. Her parents paid for her apartment, her rent and utilities, and even her daily salon visits. She spent her mornings waiting at Dunkin’ Donuts while others took care of her most basic needs.
 
She looked like a wreck. The years of never lifting a finger for herself had caught up to her. She had been trained to expect everything to be handed to her, and when the people who enabled her stopped, or life moved on, she had nothing. She couldn’t even manage the simplest things on her own. She always had a provider, someone to cover every want, need, and desire. And that dependence was her downfall.