I was told I was difficult for mentioning my standards.

When they say the bar is in hell I just scoff. What bar? Any standard is too much for the modern male, and it’s probably the reason why they want robot wives.

I was asked what my standards were when I keep on rejecting neighboring Scrotes because they are so nice. (The XY creature who is into me was thrown out of the house at New Year’s Eve by his mother for making her house and yard dirty and that only confirms that having high standards should never be discouraged)

I only said that his job is to make my life easier. That’s it. He’s not going to sit on his ass behind the ps5 and have my labor doubled. I sweep you mop, you cook I do the dishes. You prepare the meals I cook them. You do the laundry I iron, you fold.

You mow the lawn I water and maintain the plants. You do the repairs I do errants outside the house.

You clean up after yourself and I expect a daily shower, deodorant use and brushing teeth two times a day, That’s how it’s going to be and it’s nonnegotiable.

I don’t care if you pay all the bills.

It’s either a partnership or I’ll be on a salary from your paycheck. I’m not submitting myself to free labor so that a demure man child can be happy.

If men have a problem with that then they can move back in with their mothers.

I was told I’m extremely difficult by both men and women.

If being difficult prevents me from being a baby mama.

If being difficult prevents being taken advantage of, premature aging, feeling stuck then so be it.

You are either the wind in my wings to fly higher or you can go away.

My life is a mansion, respect and competence is the rent.