Let’s be honest half of y’all don’t want a partner.

Can We Be Real About Relationships for a Minute?

Look, I’m not here to bash love or hate on marriage. I love love. I support it. I want that the real thing. But can we talk about what’s actually going on out here? Because a lot of what we call relationships these days isn’t love it’s performance, survival, trauma bonds, or just fear of being alone. And marriage? For many, it’s not about connection it’s about control, image, or convenience.

People be out here getting married for the wrong reasons: So they don’t “expire” at 30. So society shuts up. So they can post couple photos with matching captions like “my peace” meanwhile they’re fighting over phone passwords and ego bruises.

Let’s be honest half of y’all don’t want a partner. You want a parent. Or a prop. Or someone to complete a fantasy. And look I’m not judging. I get it. We’re all out here navigating our own trauma, our own loneliness, our need for connection. But what I am saying is this: we gotta stop calling dysfunction “love” just because it’s familiar or dressed up in vows.

I support relationships that are real. That are safe. That are healing. Not ones that leave you questioning your worth, begging for consistency, or losing yourself to make someone stay.

I support marriages that are chosen, not forced by timelines, church pressure, or outdated gender roles. And I’m rooting for the kind of love where you’re still you just better, more seen, more free, more grounded. So nah, I’m not anti-love. I’m anti-lies.Anti-settling.Anti-looking-happy-on-Instagram-but-dead-inside.

Because what I’ve learned is this: It’s better to be alone and whole than attached and broken.

And when the right one comes? Baby, you’ll know. Because peace won’t feel like a performance.