So I’ve been watching Eastenders for years and it has never failed to amaze me how the brash and bolshy women seem to attract the most men. Stacey Slater being a classic example. She’s an attractive brunette with a good body. That’s enough to attract most men. She’s also loud, rude and a serial cheater who seems to have lost the ability to smile. But alas she always has a man, she dumps them and they still come back for more. Whereas quiet and beautiful Honey Mitchell ends up with wet lettuce Billy Mitchell?! WTF?

Now I know what you’re thinking, it’s only a soap, it’s not real life.

I know that too and in years gone by convinced myself that it was not a reflection of reality. However, since the dawn of social media I have received an awakening to its truthfulness that has rocked me and my lonely heart to the core.

As I’m at the age where most people I know are married/ coupled off, most of my social media news feeds comprise of friends and acquaintances keeping people up to date with their daily activities at work, with the kids, with their partners, what they ate, when they did a 💩 etc. Most of which is happy and delightful and paints a picture of the perfect family life and amazing relationships. I like sharing in other peoples joy. It fills me with happiness and hope.

Then I come across the same people who always whinge. They whinge about the weather, whine about their lives, moan about their kids and how hard life is being a stay at home mum waiting for their husband to come home and take over. Damn, they don’t even have dinner on the table for when he returns.

Yet there he is, faithfully returning home with a bunch of flowers in hand, picking up the toddler on his way through the door, taking over the dinner prep in the kitchen, bath time, story time, bedtime, all done by him because the Mrs has been complaining about how hard her day has been. I know this because I observe it in one of my neighbours who whinges about her life at home but still has the most devoted of husbands.

Here’s my life, stay at home parent for years, keeping my mouth shut, grateful to be at home with my kids, doing all the cleaning and cooking, dinner on the table for when he came home, kids in bed shortly after, sex if he wanted it. Here’s what I get…🏃🏻‍♂️💨

The man couldn’t get away fast enough,

Now I’m not bitter 🤔 but I’m looking for clues about what went wrong and the only one I can find is my un relenting ability to be a walk over.

Well no more…this bitch is back and if whinging is what a man wants, whinging is what he will get!

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