Wednesday, June 18, 2025

Maybe It's Me. Maybe I'm The Problem | LoveQnA | My Journey

 DRAFT: I'll tighten this up later.. I wanted to use this as notes, but I got a little bit carried away.



It seems like all my life I've been involved with weirdos, crackpots, and all manner of greedy-ass women. But, at some point, I have to look at the common denominator - which, is Me - and speak against my own foolish and weird behavior. I know I go against the grain a LOT of the time and - like a lot of guys - don't take the time to develop friendships and bonds in my relationships. Plus, I run from commitments that I know would be hell to get out of. I have trust issues. I'm not much of a talker or gossiper. I'm more comfortable being alone. Hell, I think I really enjoy it. I don't relate to a lot of the people I know. I don't relate to a lot of the people with a similar background or culture. I don't like a lot of people in my family because of their views on Life. I don't have many friends for the same reason. And, they really do get on my nerves with their constant stereotyping and racial comments. I'm like: LORD, why do I have to deal with this BS from jackasses all the time? I don't wanna hear this shit or be involved with these people. dzam...

When I was living in that environment, I was getting sucked into a lot of misinformation and foolishness too. I wasn't as bad as some of my family and friends because my Mom and Dad were never like that, but I was looking for negative shit and chasing it as well. So, I was blessed to be separated and sent packin' from those mongrels. And, being out of my environment and being around a diverse group of people - which everybody knows that working at a big-box store in retail has always been my dream - transformed me a lot. Within weeks, I felt a lot more positive. I knew I was with the kind of people I was supposed to be with. And, they were all races, nationalities, beliefs, etc. These people would actually shock and surprise you! I was amazed at what they did for each other, and how they treated each other. People you would think were hoodrats and gangsters or just baddies who stood around trying to look cute were kindhearted, thoughtful, and supportive. They had class. I mean, there was some drama here and there too. And, some people cussed each other out every now and then, but not much in public. I only saw it once in 10 years, and those two people got walked out the door. And, they were good people too (except for that day). But, I was inspired by the people and in love with the vibe. Truth be told, I was probably the most uncouthed person in the whole building. But, I listened, paid attention and learned and developed friendships with my coworkers, customers, and neighbors. And, within a couple of  years, my credit was grea. And, within 4 years,I was buying a home in one of the best locations in Charlotte. I had money in the bank. Good friends who weren't bigots and dumbasses. My girl - although she was a "challenge" - was a great test for my life and mental stamina.... Everything was going good. 

I came to realize that all of those years that i ran from commitments and even marriage because I was afraid I was going to be broke and struggling, was all in my head. My girl played me and stopped working almost three months after I let her move in, but I didn't mind. Really, I didn't care, because I was ready to run and leave it all after the first month of letting her move in. But, I couldn't put her out into the streets with her two daughters. So, I stuck it out. And, I was able to manage my household, pay my bills, and provide. Of course, I didn't have the expenses of a car, so that helped out quite a bit, but we had Lyft and Uber and her people whenever they needed to go somewhere. So, I was able to buy them things they didn't have and things their family members told them they were going to buy them but never did (laptops, REAL iPads, real iPhones, bank accounts with their own debit cards, Forces, slime, whatever I could manage without wasting money). But, I was still "just learning". And, unfortunately, she pushed me to the edge, and I quit. That's when I sold the house to move on. But, I was starting to hate the neighborhood anyway. They've ruined Charlotte with all of these ugly-ass cardboard apartment buildings and big-ass paper-houses with no yards or space to park more than one car in the driveway. So, I couldn't even walk down the sidewalk comfortably anymore. And, those mongrels would walk their stankin-ass dogs down the block and allow them to piss in other people's yards instead of their own. What in the hell kind of up-north shit is that??? Picnics in the graveyards with their dogs running around pissin' and crappin' all over the place. Ridiculous... I don't like graveyards and don't intend to be put in one, but I was really offended by that. 

Anyway....

So, I rented a house from one of my coworkers for a couple of years. That worked out for both of us because he was draggin' his ass on fixing up his house to make it available, and I didn't need a place that was in pristine condition. And, cleaning it up and picking up the trash and learning how to call 311 to schedule bulk trash pickups gave me a new dimension to my game. So, it worked out great. I gained knowledge I'm still using til this day.

But, some other drama jumped off. One of the chicks I had an interest in started calling me on a regular basis. This is the lady with the beautiful legs. Eventually, we fell out... And, that broad was talkin' a lot of shit too. She WAS weird as hell. She let me stay with her for awhile. I had places to go. But, after 10-plus years, I would've been right back over there again with my family. Now, she kept throwing in my face the face the fact that I said, "Please." Like I was really down on my knees and begging for my life or something. Now, I never told anyone how she called me up crying talking about how she was going to kill herself because her friends treated her wrong, and embarrassed her, and went to lunch without her, and laughed at her, and made jokes. and how they weren't real friends, and so on and so forth. SHE WAS BAWLING SO BAD, I COULD SMELL THE SNOT THROUGH THE DAMN PHONE! I said, "Damn! This chick is gonna fall off the couch and kill herself!" I called the following days to check on her. I think I talked to her a couple of days later, and she was doing better. But, a little more than a week (maybe two or three weeks) later, she was at it again! Although, she was more pissed-off this time than hurt. But, she was still whining and shit. 

But, she was calling me more and more. I wasn't calling her! She was calling Me! So, that's why I asked her if I could stay for a short while until, I found a new place. She didn't want me to see how trashy her place was and kept worrying about that and me telling people about how her place looked. That's what her concern was. She was very self-conscious about people talking about her or seeing her living like that.

So, I got over there. I gave her money for rent, but this skeezer wanted me to pay for other things - AFTER SHE HAD ALREADY TOLD ME HOW MUCH SHE WOULD CHARGE ME! So, my money went fast. But, then, my mom passed away. I'm not gonna get into the details of that, but I was able to pay her. And, I made sure I paid her first. I didn't need any money. I didn't go anywhere. 

Then, she started bragging ALL THE TIME about how much of a good friend she was, and how she was doing so much for me by cooking for me, shopping for me, taking me places to get things done, buying pajama pants, and letting me live there, so on and so forth. But, she did this repeatedly. So, I finally said, I've given you a touchscreen laptop, a 60-inch smart TV, kitchen knives, air fryers, and all kinds of good stuff. 

"Oh! You can take your shit back and.... whatever. I don't remember what she said, because this happened a few times. Then, she caught Covid at work from one of her "good friends" whom she said shouldn't have been at work (because she didn't quarantine long enough), and tried to blame me for going to a cookout, SHE KEPT TELLING ME TO GO TO. Then! She made sure I struggled to get to the Pharmacy to get the vaccination. She wouldn't take me. She didn't want me to quarantine without a shot (after she told me to go to the WRONG ADDRESS FOR THE SHOT). She was really just an evil-ass dirtbag. 

So, later, she went out shopping (WITH COVID) and had an accident in the parking lot. All kinds of people were around her and everything. And... (and, this part she thought was funny), one of the first responders asked her if she had been tested for Covid, and her dumbass was shocked. Her tongue crawled out of her mouth and  jumped right between her butt-cheeks! lol... She said was laughing while she told me the story, but she said she was so embarrassed, she couldn't say shit. And, all the Good Samaritans and people who had helped her were now backing away - probably in horror. lol.... Lord, ham mercy.... That damn dumb raggedy-ass broad. She didn't mind going to the grocery store with Covid and spreading it, but she couldn't take me to the Pharmacy ten minutes away.

So a couple of weeks passed, and I had to finish handling my mom's estate. I could only see out of one eye at that time. Do you think she tried to help? She offered to take me there, and when the time came, she acted like she didn't know how to get uptown or where to park and that. I was like, I'll take care of all of that. That's my job. I just need you to get me there. She took me as far as the parking lot, and I had to find my way to the courthouse and to where I needed to be. I got lost goint TO the building. I got lost INSIDE the building. And, I got lost trying to find the side street SHE DECIDED SHE WAS GOING TO PARK ON - instead of going to parking deck. (just an asshole). 

My mom lived like a hoarder. She was a hoarder. There was all kinds of crap and rats in that house. But.... I connected with family members again, and those greedy rascals came running to get all that they could get - which helped clean some of the house out. But, I actually had to move in there and start cleaning it up myself. EVERYONE DISAPPEARED and it was my responsibility anyway. 

Now, before this happened. Before I went over there, this chick got mad and was being spiteful because she said I didn't let her use my phone for the Lyft app after she put her car in the shop! Now, I mentioned before that my Ex and her girls used the Lyft and Uber apps. I was still new to the game. I didn't know she didn't have to have the phone, and I needed my phone because I was waiting on a call from the Clerk Of Court. If she had told me I didn't have to be in the car (because we were still getting over Covid), then I would've gave her the phone to call for a Lyft. But, she said nothing. Instead, she called her brother, friends, and other family members, and talked trash about me behind my back instead of letting me know she could place the order for a ride and I would still be able to keep my phone. 

She never said where she had to go, how far she had go, or how long she was going to be gone. She just got angry that I couldn't read her mind, and started defaming my character to anyone who would listen. And, her brother said, "Next time he needs a lift, tell him call for one." And, he didn't even know the details. Although, he knows that many people who deal with her will have problems. So, anyway....She was determined NOT to take me anywhere or do anything for me.

She would say, "I can take you by your mom's house Sunday." and she would get up early and go out of town to a family barbecue or go shopping or do something, and act like she never told me anything. This went on for a few months - until I got a letter from the Clerk Of Court saying that I missed my deadline and that I would be held in contempt if I didn't get an extension to finalize the matters of the estate. So, a mutual friend helped us out and moved all of my things to my mom's house for me. 

Now, I was able to work and sleep over there and get everything done. And, then, this fool started coming over there almost every damn day! So, you know it was spite! Plus, she was offering to bring me food and drinks and snacks! WAHT THE HELL??? 

Money. That's why her trashy opportunistic-ass was hanging around. 

Anytime I got ANY MONEY, I gave her "her money" first. And, whatever was left, I hung onto it because I know I would have to pay her again. And, I knew she was going to be headed to the gas station to play the  Pick 3 lottery.  She played it twice a day, everyday. And, not just one or two tickets. 

Hell, I sold all of that crap in my moms house to her sister and brother-in-law for $100. They gave me $200. I E-MEDIATLY gave her $180 and ASKED if she mind if I kept $20 for myself because i was going to need it to give someone gas money or anything might come up!

I had my cards and my debit card with some cash in the bank, but for the most part, I knew I would be their alone. 

I really didn't need food, but I had water, so I fasted for 8 days. And, although she was still coming by - but, not as much - I didn't ask her for anything. A month or so later, I fasted for five days. And, the only reason, I broke that fast is because she kept coming over and tryng to get me to eat. We went somewhere and I gave her money or something, but, that's the only reason why she was such a "good friend". She was trying to keep me close for when the inheritance came.

Anyway...

My friend wanted me to stay with him and help him with a YouTube channel. 

Now, I told this lady that once I get back with my family, I'm going to be rippin' and runnin' because that's what we do. We party, we travel, we have family events, we eat out all the time, we visit each other, and we smoke and chill. 

So, BEFORE THIS STARTED GOING ON, and before I settled back into my old ways, I sent her a grand ($1000) through cash app, because I had to order some checks. I had some, but I couldn't find them at the time. 

After a week or so of not talking to her because I was doing just what I said I would be doing - except the traveling. My family was so excited to be eatig at some restaurant we went to out of town, that they left me behind and I ended walking into the side of the building. I thought it was door, but it was the side of the drivethru or something and then I was tripping all over the yellow concrete parking stoppers. (I don't know what you call those things). So, that was my last out of town trip with them. I DID go to a few comedy shows and a concert, but, after that. I stayed in the house. I did't trust them. They have poor awareness and poor self-control. 

But... You "homegirl" sent me a scathing text to reprimand me, read me my rights, and to let me know how  good she was to me, then... SHE BLOCKED ME. blocked me...

Now, just by coindence, I guess, I had got my checks the next day. (It may have been the same day.) Anway... I cashapped her a message. I didn't ask for her to unblock me. I didn't tell her I wanted to talk to her. I wrote the check for a few grand. I had already gave her one grand. I had been giving her money when I got part of my inheritance earlier. So, it's not like I was being a deadbeat. But, since she wanted to argue, I mailed her a letter with my rebuttal and a nice fat check. And, I never accepted another call or text from her. You blocked me. Good. Keep me blocked.

I see why your niece, sister, and "friends" don't like dealing with your ass. It ain't "Them". It's You!

I wouldn't be surprised if that raggedy rascal spent the rest of that money on Pick 3 Lottery tickets and scratch-offs.

After her, I financed a homeless woman's lies and pipedreams. How much do you think it cost me? And, what do you think she is doing today? Do you think she is still homeless? Do you think she made it off of Skidrow (or, The Blade)? Or, do you think she is with me right now?



Wednesday, April 23, 2025

Short Stories: "I Knew Something Was Off" Parts 1 & 2 (article & audio) | LoveQnA | Lucky Pikas Audio Library on YouTube

 


I Knew Something Was Off - Part 1

I wasn’t gonna tell this story today.
But here we are.

So, let me set the stage.
I’m sitting here, almost at 100K subs, feeling all kinds of emotions.
And this story? This one’s personal.
It’s the kind of story that gets watered down when I tell it at a family BBQ.
But today?
Nah. Today, I’m giving you the real version.

The story of how I found out I was being cheated on.
Not the cute, edited version. The real, messy, raw truth.

For the sake of privacy?
We’re calling him Richard.
(But let’s be real, he’s got one of those names—Chad, Chris, Blake—you know the vibe.)

I was a teen mom.
Had a beautiful baby girl, just one year old.
Newly married—like, three weeks married. And pregnant. With twins.

I had all the dreams you’d expect:
Fresh start. Big family. Happily ever after.

But less than a month in?
I felt that itch.
You know the one.
The whisper in your gut that something’s wrong.

He was acting different.
Protective of his phone—but in that sneaky way.
Sometimes leaving it out, sometimes keeping it glued to him.
You know how that goes.

And ladies? Trust your instincts.
We see the red flags.
Sometimes, we just don't want to believe them.
I didn’t. I was too busy trying to keep the dream alive.

But that little voice kept poking at me.
So I did what any woman with her back against the wall does:
I started looking.

It wasn’t easy back then. This was before everybody had iPhones.
But I found this site—SpyBubble.
$30 to catch a liar.
I didn’t have the extra cash, but I didn’t care.
Something told me to do it.

I installed that thing like I was on a mission.
He was asleep, phone right by his face.
Pregnant belly, shaky hands, but I got it done.

Next morning?
I went to class like everything was normal.
But I was watching those messages roll in.

And boom.
Within 15 minutes of me leaving the house, he’s texting another woman.
Talking about kissing, asking what she’s doing tonight.
I knew.
I knew.

But I didn’t confront him right away.
I needed more.
I needed proof because I knew the type of man I was dealing with.
Charming. Manipulative.
Could talk his way out of anything.

So I played it cool.
Came home, acted like everything was fine.
Pregnant. Smiling. Dying inside.

Every time I left the house?
More messages.
Getting bolder, nastier.

Then I saw it.
“Jess will be at school for a few more hours. You coming over?”

That’s when I snapped into gear.
I looped in my best friend—ride or die.
And we set a plan.
I pretended I’d be gone all night. Gave him the green light.

And just like that?
He invited her over.

I left class early, heart pounding out of my chest.
I was scared, shaking, but I knew I had to do it.
Had to catch him in the act.

Tiptoed up those creaky stairs.
Opened the door.

And there he was.
Pulling up his pants.
Looking like a deer caught in headlights.

And the woman?
His cousin by marriage.
Yeah. Let that sink in.

I told her to get out of my house.
She ran.

He tried to gaslight me, play it cool.
But I laid down the receipts.
The text messages. The times. The vacuum story.

And you know what he did?
Took off his ring.
Handed it to me.
Walked out.

My friends and family helped me move back home.

That was the last I saw him for three months.

Pregnant with twins.
Heartbroken.
But not broken.

And that… That’s how I found out my husband cheated on me - with his cousin.




Part 2: The Breakdown – Awareness, Instincts, and the Tools That Keep You Whole

It wasn’t just a story about betrayal.
It was a lesson in listening to that inner voice — the one that whispers before the storm hits.

The first red flag was right there:
A man who hides his phone.
Not every man who guards his phone is hiding something, but when the behavior changes — when the open doors become closed — it’s your first clue.

That’s where awareness steps in.
Awareness isn’t just noticing what someone’s doing.
It’s recognizing when the energy shifts.
It’s hearing what’s not said.
The hesitation. The deflection. The silence.

She felt it.
But like so many of us, she silenced her own alarm.
Because hope is louder than instinct… until it isn’t.

And then?
Instincts.
The gut feeling that something was off.
She Googled. She searched. She acted.
That was survival.

But what if those instincts had been trusted earlier?
What if the first moment of doubt was met with courage instead of self-doubt?

Here’s the skill: trust your gut — and back it up with communication.

Before the spy app. Before the confrontation.
There could’ve been a conversation.

Not a “why are you doing this to me” conversation.
But a clear, direct question:

"I feel something's changed. Tell me what’s going on."

That’s where communication skills become your shield.
Not yelling.
Not accusing.
But standing tall in truth, ready for the answer — even if it hurts.

The tragedy?
She had to spy, tiptoe, and catch him in the act because she knew words wouldn’t be enough.
Because he had mastered the art of gaslighting.

That brings us to emotional intelligence.
Not everyone deserves the benefit of the doubt.
Not when the patterns tell a different story.

Pattern recognition is survival.
If someone only hands you their phone when they feel safe doing it — that’s not transparency.
That’s control.

But even in the wreckage, she built herself back up.

She leaned on faith.
On community.
Her family helped her pack up and leave.
Because self-respect is louder than fear when you have people reminding you who you are.

And the biggest lesson?
You don’t need evidence to justify your instincts.
Sometimes, what you feel is enough.

But if you need proof?
Make sure you’re ready to act when you find it.

Because the truth?
It’ll set you free — but only if you choose to walk away.


Key Skills to Sharpen:

  • Awareness: Notice the shifts, the patterns, the silence.

  • Instincts: Trust them. They’re there to protect you.

  • Communication: Speak the truth — calmly, directly, without fear.

  • Emotional Intelligence: Recognize manipulation before it roots.

  • Community & Faith: Don’t face storms alone. Build your support system before you need it.


That’s the breakdown.
Her story — your roadmap.

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Tuesday, April 1, 2025

Why Some Men Call Women Gold Diggers... After Spoiling Them First | LoveQnA | Lucky Pikas Library

** I'm not calling out any of those sorry slobs that are out there trying to "buy love" or win the hearts of women with money and flashy trinkets! I'm saying don't go this route and waste your time and money on a woman who really isn't interested in your personality, looks, your vision, your plans, your goals, or ANY part of your life besides your money and a free ride. Why piss all of your money away trying to lure and trap someone into a relationship? I know some of you guys out there are kind-hearted and will help anyone because it's in your nature to do so. But, if you don't keep your cool, and pay attention to what's going on, you will be broke as hell, and need help your own damn self. Why put yourself and your mind through all of that stress and worry about your credit and bills and what you will have to do or be able to do, if one of your "REAL FRIENDS" come to you for assistance? You don't always have to say "no", but you should always spend and share wisely.

 

Man showing his interest, love, and loyalty by giving a woman money and gifts - and very happy to do it - until he starts to realize he's going broke. LoveQnA. Lucky Pikas.

๐Ÿง ๐Ÿ’” “Spoil Her, Then Shame Her”

The Real Story Behind Why Some Men Call Women Gold Diggers... After Spoiling Them First


Let’s start with the hard truth…
Some men treat women like royalty in the beginning—gifts, dinners, spa days, purses, money, rent, trips... whatever she wants, it’s hers.

But a few months later?

๐Ÿ˜ค Now she’s “ungrateful”…
๐Ÿ’ธ Now she’s “a gold digger”…
๐Ÿ’ฌ And suddenly, the narrative flips: “She used me.”

But wait…
Was it her idea? Or did he set the stage?


๐Ÿค” Who Really Started This Game?

A lot of men don’t want to hear this—but sometimes, the gold digger storyline is just a cop-out. A man goes above and beyond—financially—without first establishing compatibility, character, or even clear expectations.

Why?

Because some of them never learned how to court or connect without a transaction.
Because some were taught: “If you got money, you got power.”
Because some believed: “I’ll get her attention, then she’ll fall in love with me.”

And when that plan doesn’t work?

They feel played…
Even though they dealt the cards.


๐Ÿงพ Let’s Look At What Really Happens:

  • He gets a settlement, a big tax refund, a bonus, or inheritance.

  • He wants to feel like a boss—so he goes all in.

  • Buys her the bag, pays for the nails, books the trip, covers the rent.

  • Now she’s posting, glowing, smiling… and he thinks that means she’s “his.”

  • But when reality sets in and the money slows down?

She’s still expecting the treatment he set the tone for.
Now, it’s “she’s too materialistic.”
But bro… who taught her that rhythm? Who opened that door?


๐Ÿ’ก The Cost of Trying to Impress Too Hard, Too Soon

Men who lack identity outside of what they can spend… often lead with their wallets.
It becomes the first (and sometimes only) love language they know.
They don’t take the time to ask:

  • Can she add to my vision?

  • Does she have goals?

  • Does she believe in budgeting, building, investing?

  • Can she handle a storm, or does she only love sunshine?

If you never asked…
How can you say you were “used”?


๐ŸŽฏ Let’s Make This Plain:

There’s a difference between a spoiled woman and a gold digger.

A gold digger seeks money only—no loyalty, no goals, no emotional bond.

But a spoiled woman?

She accepted what you offered.
She let you treat her like a queen.
She let you drive the boat.

And now you’re mad because she didn’t become the woman you imagined in your head?

That’s not her fault.
That’s your leadership flaw.


๐Ÿชž

If you’ve ever looked at your bank account and felt resentment toward a woman you once spoiled…

If you’ve ever started treating a woman worse after she accepted your gifts…

If you ever called a woman a gold digger AFTER the fact…

Ask yourself:
๐Ÿ”น Who set the standard?
๐Ÿ”น What did you actually want from her?
๐Ÿ”น Did you lead with money because you didn’t know how to lead with anything else?


๐Ÿ’Ž Challenge Question:

Would you still be confident around her…
if you lost everything today?


๐Ÿ”ฅ We’re just getting started.
Part 2 will go deeper:

  • What men really want but don’t say

  • The psychological high of spoiling someone

  • The difference between giving to build vs. giving to impress

  • And how some men attract exactly what they fear…

The New Bonnie & Clyde: A Partnership Built on Strength, Not Destruction | LoveQnA | Lucky Pikas Library 2025

 


The New Bonnie & Clyde: A Partnership Built on Strength, Not Destruction

The idea of being “Bonnie and Clyde” has been twisted into a reckless, lawless fantasy—a couple against the world, running on chaos, crime, and destruction. But if you really break it down, that’s not what loyalty, partnership, or real power looks like. The truth is, the modern Bonnie & Clyde should not be about tearing things down—it should be about building something strong, unbreakable, and lasting.

A rider isn’t just someone who’s willing to suffer and struggle with you. A rider is someone who has your back while pushing you to be greater. A real rider doesn’t let you crash and burn for entertainment or out of blind loyalty. They don’t encourage self-destruction, and they don’t use “love” as an excuse to keep you trapped in cycles of toxicity, chaos, and failure.


What It Means to Truly Ride for Someone

Loyalty isn’t just about being there during the good times—it’s about making sure the good times last. That requires wisdom, patience, and strategy. If you’re not protecting what you’re building, then what are you really doing?

  • A rider protects the garden. That means protecting your peace, your finances, your household, your sanity, and your spiritual growth.

  • A rider sees the bigger picture. They don’t move off emotion alone. They understand that everything today affects tomorrow.

  • A rider doesn’t play games. They don’t manipulate, guilt-trip, or test your loyalty with reckless decisions.

  • A rider doesn’t drag you into the fire. They make sure you both stay sharp, safe, and in control.

You can be solid for someone without being blind. You can be down for someone without being dumb for them. If someone keeps pulling you into drama, into reckless decisions, into cycles of emotional blackmail—they’re not a rider, they’re a weight.


Choosing Your Partner & Friends Wisely

Most people fail at relationships because they ignore the signs. They see the red flags but convince themselves they can change the person, that it’s not a big deal, or that loyalty means sticking around through everything—even the things that make no sense.

  • Lust fades. Choose someone who moves with wisdom, not just someone who excites you.

  • Pity is not a foundation. A sob story is not enough reason to attach your future to someone.

  • Guilt is manipulation. If someone keeps making you feel guilty for questioning them, they don’t want partnership—they want control.

  • Ask good questions. The wrong person hates deep questions because the truth exposes their game.

A real partnership requires alignment. If you’re growing and they’re staying the same, it’s only a matter of time before resentment, envy, or distance creeps in. If your visions don’t match, if your values clash, if they pull you away from purpose instead of pushing you deeper into it, then you are not in a true partnership—you are in a ticking time bomb.


The Difference Between a Partner & a Parasite

People love the idea of a ride-or-die, but they ignore the fact that some people are only looking for someone to ride until you die.

  • A partner builds with you. A parasite feeds off of you.

  • A partner pushes you forward. A parasite pulls you down.

  • A partner wants to grow together. A parasite wants you to carry all the weight.

  • A partner sees your potential. A parasite only sees what they can take from you.

Love is not just about feelings. Love is about vision. If someone can’t see beyond their own short-term desires, if they only want you for what you provide instead of who you are, if they constantly guilt-trip you into staying without offering anything in return, then you are not in a real relationship—you are in a contract where you’re the one making all the payments.


A Real Ride-or-Die is a Co-Pilot, Not a Crash Dummy

You are supposed to plan, prepare, build, and grow in all aspects of your being. That means:

  • Your mindset and wisdom.

  • Your finances and stability.

  • Your peace and emotional health.

  • Your spiritual foundation.

  • Your legacy and impact.

Your ride-or-die is supposed to be your co-pilot. They should be your friend, your confidant, your support system, another voice of wisdom inside of your head. They should be your second opinion, your nurturer, your safe place.

A real rider doesn’t just say “I’m here for you.” They prove it in the way they protect what you both are building.

They don’t let you wreck your life over temporary emotions.
They don’t let you burn everything down just to prove a point.
They don’t let you walk blind into situations that could ruin you.


The Bottom Line: Protect the Garden, Protect Yourself

The world teaches people to move recklessly. To take what they can, to use, to manipulate, to fake love in exchange for survival. But wisdom teaches you to be aware, to be selective, to be patient, and to build something strong.

The right people elevate your life. The wrong people slowly eat away at everything you’ve built. If you move with wisdom, ask the right questions, and stay focused on growth, you won’t have to question whether someone is real or not—their actions will reveal it.

Choose wisely. Build wisely. And most of all—protect what you are growing.


Wednesday, March 26, 2025

The Type Of Woman Who Is "Wifey Material" | LoveQnA | Lucky Pikas Library

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 The Woman Worth Building With – Unveiling the Soul of a True Wife


She doesn’t need to be perfect. She doesn’t need a flawless past.

But she is refined.

Her presence doesn’t scream, it commands. Not because she demands submission—but because her essence is rooted in calm, clarity, purpose, and grace.

This is the woman men seek when the games end. When the chaos of flexing fades. When building an empire matters more than building a body count.

This is the woman worth building with.


๐Ÿ” What Society (and Wise Men) Know But Seldom Say

She may not be the loudest. She may not trend online.

But the high-value woman—the true wifey material—is the one who brings structure to your vision and calm to your chaos. She has what we call "legacy energy."

She’s not there for attention. She’s there for alignment.

She’s not there for drama. She’s there for direction.

She doesn’t chase a spotlight because she already glows.


๐Ÿ“… She Was Raised With Vision, But Anyone Can Learn

Whether raised in a two-parent home, by a strong single parent, or molded by life itself—

This type of woman was taught (or learned) that:

  • Beauty fades, but character evolves.

  • Money is a tool, not an identity.

  • Self-respect is louder than seduction.

  • Discipline is love in action.

  • Leadership includes submission to wisdom.

Yes, even he must submit—to her values, to her grace, to her truth. Because a man who cannot yield to wisdom will never lead anything worth following.


๐Ÿ”น The True Assets That Help a Woman (or Man) Thrive

To thrive in life and love, a person doesn’t just need money or looks.

They need:

  • Emotional intelligence

  • Communication skills

  • Strong boundaries

  • Discipline and routines

  • Healthy friendships

  • Critical thinking

  • Spiritual grounding

  • Inner peace

  • Resourcefulness

  • A willingness to grow

  • Patience

  • The ability to delay gratification

  • Luck (yes—but it favors the prepared)

  • Faith (in self, God, purpose)

And above all? A vision that goes beyond the self.


๐Ÿ›️ Personality & Compatibility

No personality type is perfect. But the best partners balance each other.

An extrovert doesn’t need another extrovert. A planner doesn’t need another strategist.

What they need is someone who complements their blind spots. Who helps them soften or sharpen as needed.

The high-value woman pays attention to this. She doesn’t fall in love based on charm alone. She observes, she assesses.

She asks: "Can I build with this man?" "Will my spirit be at peace next to his?"

And men would be wise to ask the same.


๐Ÿ•ต️‍♂️ Men, You Must Also Submit

Not to dominance. Not to ego.

But to what she is:

To her wisdom. To her sense of timing. To her family intuition. To her ability to see when something isn’t right.

A man who ignores a wise woman loses more than just peace. He loses years.

Because real leadership means knowing when to pause, when to yield, and when to listen.

To lead her, you must also protect what she stands for.


๐ŸŒŸ She’s Not Rare, Just Hidden

Women like this exist. But you won’t find them where chaos is sold. You won’t attract them with shallow intentions.

They are hidden behind standards. Shielded by patience. Guarded by wisdom.

They are waiting for a man who understands this:

"If I want peace, I must first become peace."

✨ Final Word

The ultimate wife isn’t perfect. She’s present.

She isn’t loud. She’s grounded.

She’s not there to compete with you. She’s there to complete the empire you both were born to build.

And every woman reading this should know:

If you choose it, and if you learn it, and if you lead yourself with discipline, love, and light...

You can become her.

The world is starving for her.

And when she appears, the game changes forever.


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