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6 ways to prevent men from forcing emotional labour on you

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My fellow humans, we live in the Age of the Man-child.

A man-child is a man who basically expects women to mommy him. When they’re not picking up after him, he expects women to console him and somehow magically raise his shattered self-esteem.

You know the type.

It’s the guy who, when rejected, expects the woman to “owe him at least a consolation hug.”

It’s the guy who, after saying something horrible to a woman, rants about how he’s unlucky and expects the girl to console him.

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In short, the man-child is a species that’s an emotional black hole. They take, take and take, but they can’t give back for s***.

This is because they don’t care. They’re the central character of their story, and everyone else is there for their backup.

Though these men seem to have no emotional intelligence or empathy, they are masters at manipulation.

Did you ever notice how quickly they can foist the responsibility of their emotional regulation onto you? I sure as h*** did.

It’s time to make sure they stop that. Here’s how you can avoid being a man-child’s punching bag.

Here are 6 ways to prevent men from forcing emotional labor on you:

1. Block them, ghost them, dump them, and don’t engage with them

The most effective way to make a man-child go away is to block and delete them from your life.

Don’t talk to them, don’t explain what they did wrong, and don’t engage with them. You owe them nothing, so give them nothing.

If you have discovered that you’re in a relationship with a man-child, make plans to leave the moment you see the warning signs — especially if he says things like “You deserved that because you XYZ.”

Personally, I’ve cut off all the man-children in my life and haven’t looked back. Some haven’t even realized I cut them off.

If you refuse to engage, most man-children will back off. Those who don’t can usually get a restraining order.

Trust me when I say you don’t have to entertain or coddle these whiny men.

There are tons of men who don’t whine, have empathy, and can actually look after themselves. I ought to know, I befriended a ton of them and married one.

2. Tell him, “This isn’t my problem and I’m not here to boost your confidence”

I call this the broken record approach.

When guys whine in person, just keep saying, “This is not my problem,” and “That’s not my job.” If they ask you why you’re so mean, tell them, “I’m not here for you.”

Run them in circles until they get bored or leave. A broken record is not as engaging as whiners think it will be.

If this is a public setting, make a point of getting away from him. The faster you leave, the more he’ll realize he can’t manipulate you.

If he pursues you in person or raises his voice, makes a scene. Man-children don’t respond to no, but they do respond to shame.

3. Remind him that he’s an adult and that he needs to fix his own mess

While I generally advise people to dump and ghost anyone who can’t carry their own weight, I understand drawing up divorce papers is not always easy.

If you have a guy who you want to try to work things out with, remind him that emotional labor isn’t women’s work — it’s being an adult.

I realize that emotional labor can also include chores that help maintain a home. This is where this trick comes into play.

If you see laundry on the floor, ask him, “Hey, what’s your problem? You’re an adult, pick up your stuff and stop foisting it on me.”

If he tries to pull the “incompetent man” role, simply tell him that he’s not man enough to be an adult. And then leave.

Weaponized incompetence is a sign of disrespect for your time and effort. If he can’t carry himself on his own accord, he’ll never be a true partner to you.

4. Say, “I’m not a martyr/your mother/a rehab place for broken men”

Among men in toxic masculinity circles, there’s this pervasive belief that women are there to constantly nurture them, pick up after them, and basically martyr themselves for the men in their lives. This is unfair, unnatural, and untrue.

Honestly, the best way to curb this is to say, “I’m not your mother, I’m not listening to you whine and ask for consolation.” (Or something similar. It’s about fitting it to your situation.)

A lot of man-children seem to like to call women names for not putting up with their shit. The most common ones include “b****,” “whore,” “selfish,” and “feminazi.”

If they start slinging names, say, “Oh yeah, I’m a real b****. Cry me a river.”

The less reward they get for their whining and pushing of chores on women, the less they’ll do it.

They want to see you backpedal. They want to see you fall into line. Don’t do it, and they’ll generally get the hint after you block them.

5. Say, “That’s not attractive, and I’m done listening”

A lot of the time, guys think that the “wounded little bird” trope will make women soften up. They don’t realize that most women tolerate it because they were browbeat and socialized into being nice out of fear of retaliation.

Many man-children will hit the pause button if you cut off the conversation and then tell them that they’re being unattractive.

The less you react, the more likely it is they won’t try again.

6. You have to be cruel to be kind

Our society often feeds this sick and twisted narrative that the love of a woman (or the love of a human doormat) can fix men who have no emotional regulation to speak of. We say that love can fix any man and make them happy.

This is a bald-faced lie.

In fact, I’d say it’s the Big Lie of Relationships.

Contrary to popular belief, love does not fix everything, and being in a relationship/getting laid does not make things feel all better.

The truth is, this lie is promoted by predators who want to take advantage of others’ kind hearts.

A man who can’t regulate his emotions, clean after himself, and act like a caring being isn’t going to get fixed by the caring of a Manic Pixie Dream Girl.

He will emotionally burden, browbeat and consume that girl till there’s nothing left.

While we are never supposed to say this part out loud, the truth is that some people are just too mentally ill or too morally bereft to help. You can’t always love someone into being a decent person, nor should you always try.

It will hurt you more than it helps them.

The only way that people who behave this way will ever learn to evolve is to deny them any type of reward for their s***ty behavior. At times, retaliation and punishment can help them realize they’re out of bounds.

But bending to their will? It only rewards them.

By being “uncaring” and cold to guys who demand emotional labor from women, you’re actually letting them know it’s time to evolve.

The need for character development is large, and showing them that they need to develop can be the most caring gesture ever in the long term.

So yeah, don’t feel bad about looking out for yourself. Don’t feel bad about cold-shouldering guys who are too weak and broken to fix. That’s something they have to work on themselves. Your job is to work on yourself and help those who are there for you.

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HIV infections surge due to non-disclosure among couples

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The Ghana AIDS Commission has identified the failure of couples to disclose their HIV status to each other as a major contributor to the rising HIV infection rates in the country.

According to Dr. Kyeremeh Atuahene, Director General of the Commission, the lack of disclosure among couples, combined with the discontinuation of medication by some HIV-positive individuals, are key factors driving the spike in infections.

“The fear of the husband or wife deserting them leads some not to disclose their status. Some are afraid their spouse may discover they are taking daily medication, leading them to hide or discontinue their medicines.”

Dr. Atuahene emphasised that women are disproportionately more susceptible to HIV infection than men, urging women to take proactive measures to protect themselves from contracting the virus.

He stressed the importance of women prioritising their health and well-being by getting tested regularly, practising safe sex, and adhering to treatment regimens if diagnosed with HIV.

“Women must be aware that they are more vulnerable and therefore they should protect themselves. The transmission rate from woman to man is just about 2% whereas it is more than 12 % for a man. That is why women should not gamble with their health and their lives by just accepting that ‘if he will give them more money to have sex without a condom it’s okay for me’.

“It shouldn’t be okay for you, especially when you might have the untreated sexually transmitted disease, that can also heighten the chance of you getting HIV,” he entreated.

“Dr. Atuahene elaborated that the mucous membrane lining the vagina is significantly more delicate and susceptible to irritation than its male counterpart, making women more prone to HIV infection due to the increased fragility of their genital tract tissue.

“When a female has sex with a man, penile sex and the man ejaculates, the sperm which might contain HIV particles may remain in her for quite some time, whereas that of the male you hardly can see that.

“Secondly, the surface area of the vagina is much wider than that of the male and thirdly the mucus membrane of the vagina is much more fragile than of the male.”

The Commission reported that in 2023, an estimated 334,095 people in Ghana were living with HIV, comprising:

– 115,891 males
– 218,204 females

Breaking down the demographics:

– Children under 14: 17,550
– Adolescents (10-19): 16,381
– Young adults (15-24): 33,245
– Adults (15 and older): 316,545

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The lies that led to broken trust after 4 years of friendship

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I have often thought about suicide. How people decide to finally end their life, especially by jumping off a building. The courage it takes to take that final step before letting yourself go. Most days when I have such deep thoughts, you’ll find me on the rooftop of a building looking down. If you look carefully from below it’s easy to assume that I’m suicidal.  

If you have lived in Nairobi though, you probably know that life isn’t like the movies. People don’t care that much about what other people choose to do with their lives. This is why I was so shocked the day I was peacefully staring at the city and a random man rushed towards me.   

“Please don’t jump!” He said as he pulled me away from the ledge.   

I felt the need to tell him that I wasn’t planning to jump but decided to wait for “the pep talk”. You know the one that people say to get you to view life differently and change your decision. Instead, he looked at me and handed me a packet of Skittles.   

“I didn’t know what to say next. However, whenever I feel bad my sister always gives me a packet of Skittles. They make life a little better in that moment,” He said.  

I won’t lie, that was the cheesiest thing I had ever heard but I loved Skittles so I took the packet from his hands. That small act of kindness led to the beginning of an amazing friendship. We ended up talking for two hours and by the time we parted, I had enjoyed our conversation so much.   

The funny thing was we didn’t even exchange numbers, on another random day we found each other on the same rooftop. Like me, he was also a great sucker for a good view and deep thoughts. And from that day on, James became a huge part of my life, my best friend.   

Most of the people in our lives never believed that a man and woman could ever have a bond like ours. One time my mum even told my relatives that we were both friends because one of us was secretly in love with the other. Typical Nairobi mindset. James and I had been there for each other through different seasons of our lives, especially relationships.   

Being an extremely good-looking man, James always attracted beautiful but sometimes intense women. Just because he was my friend doesn’t mean I never noticed how handsome he was. However, I had never thought of him as a potential for me. He knew way too much, and, in my view, he made up for the female best friend I never had. Anyway, back to his relationships. James always found himself dealing with intense women who would go to any extent for his attention and approval. One of his exes hit another woman with a bottle at a club just because she was admiring James. So, to be on the safe side I always tried my best to keep my distance. 

Due to their demanding nature, James could never maintain a relationship for longer than five months. For that reason, I never once thought that he would ever end up really liking someone until the day he fell for his supervisor at work. Jeanette was stunning like the women you see in magazines stunning. One look at her and you couldn’t even guess that she was in her 40s. Jeanette had recently lost her husband and so she wasn’t open to being with another man. Furthermore, James knew that the only way things would ever work out was if one person decided to quit their job.   

Given that his salary was good and his working conditions were favourable, there was no way he would ever leave his job for a woman. James decided the best way to deal with his feelings was to bury them and move on. This was better said than done.   

Working closely with her made it difficult for them to maintain a working relationship and with time they ended up sneaking around. This went on for four months until one of the other employees caught them messing around in the washroom and reported them to HR. Now that they had been caught, they were offered two choices. To stop fooling around and focus on work or to quit.   

James thought about all the moments they had shared and realized he had fallen in love with her. So, he stepped up and said he would let go of his job if it meant being with her. Jeanette on the other hand was not ready to leave her job. They were given a final warning and sent off. James knew he couldn’t deal with nursing a heartbreak while still working with her so he decided to quit.   

The thought of having to start looking for a job while forgetting about Jeanette weighed him down. So, like a good friend, I stepped in and offered a shoulder. After one month, James started to accept the situation and move on with his life. Our lives went on as normal but just when you think the worst is over, another problem arises.   

James and I had formed a culture of staying in and playing games on weekends. Our favourite being Monopoly. To make the game interesting we would invite a few of our other friends. During one of our game nights, we heard a knock on the door. James stood up to go open the door and found Jeanette holding an envelope. She handed him the envelope and left immediately. He opened the envelope and found an ultrasound baby photo.   

After the month he had, this was the last thing he needed. However, given that James had grown up without a father he knew he had to step up. Jeanette was an independent woman who believed that she didn’t need a man to raise her baby. Even so, James was always prepared to make her pregnancy journey more bearable.   

The two would go for checkups together and he would offer to take her home. To ensure she had all she needed he went back to the company he worked for and begged for his job back. Luckily, they accepted and he started immediately. James let go of all his clubbing habits and focused on Jeanette’s health. He always took it upon himself to do her shopping and would even offer to cook for her on weekends. Jeanette slowly started to warm up to the idea of them being a family. However, she knew that James was only doing this for the baby.  

In her seventh month, I ended up having to move in with James for a short period. My apartment required fumigation and since my parents lived far, he was my only option. James, being the loving best friend he was, offered me his second bedroom. In the morning he went to shower as I was making breakfast. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and to my surprise it was Jeanette.   

I had never had the chance to meet her and so it was exciting to finally see her in person. On the other hand, she wasn’t that pleased to see me.   

“Hey, do we have an appointment today?” James said as he walked down the stairs.  

“No, I just wanted to run a few things by you,” She replied while still staring at me, specifically what I was wearing.   

I had formed a habit of walking around the house in a short and vest. James and I had become so comfortable around each other that he didn’t seem to mind.

“Okay, come in. This is Liz, my best friend that I am always telling you about,” He said.   

“Nice to meet you,” I said as I extended my hand.  

“Likewise,” She said as she walked in and made her way to the sofa.  

I wasn’t one to cause drama over petty jealousy so I closed the door and went upstairs to give them space to talk. An hour later, she left, and I noticed that James didn’t give me the 411 as usual. Anyway, I went about my business.  

The following weekend, Jeanette called James abruptly and he dashed out of the house. She had fallen and sprained her leg but luckily the baby was okay. James, realizing that her living alone was a danger to the baby, asked her to stay with him so he could take care of her. That was the beginning of my nightmare.   

Jeanette never liked me and so she always tried her best to ensure James and I couldn’t spend time together. Even though her leg was sprained she was always doing the most. She would cook for him every day, clean his clothes and even interrupt our game nights with “emergencies”. She had made us believe she was in labour twice just so his attention could shift to her.   

Not to mention all the petty things she would do to me whenever James was not around. I preferred editing from home and so when I would take breaks, she would switch off the Wi-Fi. This would end up disrupting my flow of work. Sometimes she would finish up food in the name of cravings but I knew it was on purpose. The worst part was, I knew that telling James all these things would affect our friendship so that wasn’t an option.   

Instead, I decided to talk to her and assure her that if she wanted James then I would never stand in her way. However, I reminded her that given what she had done to him, I had to be cautious and protect James. She took it surprisingly well and agreed to stop being petty which she did.   

The two of us lived in harmony for a few days until she pulled the worst possible stunt ever. James had been sent to Nakuru for three days for work. So, he left on a Friday morning after breakfast. Jeanette was still sleeping so I put on my headphones and started working. An hour later, she came downstairs, grabbed the headphones from my head and asked me to make breakfast for her.   

“Are you feeling unwell?” I asked.  

“Yes, I feel a little tired,” She said.  

“Okay let me call Leah to come and she’ll be able to help you with what you need,” I said.  

Leah was the lady James would call from time to time to help out with housework. She was also a great cook.  

“Why can’t you do it? Leah will take time to get here and I’m hungry,” She said.  

“I have work to finish editing. Let me tell her to hurry,” I said as I texted Leah.  

“I can’t believe how selfish you are being. I’m not giving these back until you make my breakfast,” She said as she held onto my headphones.   

“Fine, stay with them,” I said.  

She walked over to the living room, switched on the TV and played music at 100% volume.   

“I thought we agreed that you won’t be petty,” I said.  

She ignored me.  

“Give me my headphones!” I snapped as I tried taking them from her.   

We ended up doing a push and pull and she fell on the floor.   

“Oh my God, are you okay?” I asked her as I grabbed the remote, reduced the volume and rushed to help her.  

She had scrapped her hand on the side of the table and was bleeding. I rushed to look for the first aid kit and heard a knock on the door. Knowing she couldn’t answer, I rushed back and opened for Leah the door then went back to the bathroom to look for the kit.   

When I came back to treat her wound, James called me and so I picked up.  

“Are you trying to kill my baby?” He asked in an angry tone.  

“James cool down, she just scrapped her hand a little,” I said.  

“Why were you fighting with her in the first place?” He asked.  

“You think I was fighting with a pregnant woman?” I said.  

“Take her to the hospital now and you better hope my baby is okay!” He snapped.  

I hang up the call and called an Uber immediately. Jeanette ended up being okay and they dressed up her wound. I took her home and went for a walk to clear my head. By the time I got back, I was shocked to find James in the house. They were on the floor and judging from the look on his face, he was about to blame me for something else.  

“What now?” I said.  

“Jeanette tripped and fell. Luckily, she didn’t get hurt,” He replied.  

“Let me guess, you think I pushed her?” I replied sarcastically.  

“No but judging by today’s events I can’t completely rule out that thought,” He said bluntly.  

“You know I thought the women you dated had issues but Jeanette is on a whole new level,” I said.  

“Excuse me?” She said.  

“You have been such a nuisance since the day you got here. James, you know me, I would never put anyone’s life in danger,” I said.  

“I think it’s time you left my house,” He said.  

“What?” I replied.  

“I’m not going to lose my baby because of your petty drama. Jeanette is the mother of my child, and I can’t trust her around you,” He said.  

“You know what? I don’t have to deal with this. One day you’ll know the truth and I hope you will be able to forgive yourself,” I said.  

James ignored what I said and turned to ask Jeanette if there was anything she needed.   

I packed my bags, called an Uber and left without looking at either of them. It was unbelievable that after all these years a woman that wasn’t even his girlfriend would make him think I was jealous. My apartment had been okay for a while, but I enjoyed staying with James, so I had never bothered to tell him.   

When I got home, I decided to give James space hoping we would be able to fix our issues soon. This was our first major fight in years and although I was disappointed in what he said I didn’t like it when he was mad at me. The days went by, and James never reached out. Slowly I started to adjust to my life without him even though I missed him. After a month, I decided to check in and see how he was doing so I called him. He didn’t pick up my call and never called me back, so I sent him and text. He opened it and blue-ticked me before going offline.   

“Guess I have to accept that our friendship is over,” I thought to myself.  

A couple of months went by, and I slowly went back to my habit of going to the rooftop of my building. It helped me to remain sane as I dealt with my emotions. One evening I found James standing at my spot in silence. I walked up to him, and we both found ourselves apologizing at the same time.   

He told me about Jeanette and how he found out that the pregnancy was not his. To make matters worse, she had been deleting texts and calls so he wouldn’t talk to any woman who wasn’t a family member. I handed him the packet of Skittles I had in my hand.

He smiled at me and we both stared at the view. I knew our friendship had been stained and it would take time for things to get back to the way they were. However, at that moment none of that mattered, I was comfortable just being there with him in silence. 

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We all want fairytale love, but this is the love we truly deserve

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When I was an awkward, chunky, bespectacled 12-year-old, I had this elaborate fantasy about how my first kiss would go, and it was straight out of a fairytale.

I would have long shiny hair that was perfectly straight with no hint of humidity-induced frizzing. My first kiss would take place in a field of tall grass. My skin would be clear and my limbs long, lean, sun-kissed.

It would be a beautiful summer day, and I would be wearing a long white dress — sleeveless, gauzy, and not quite see-through. He would be the human version of Prince Eric from “The Little Mermaid.” The kiss would be soft and confident, with perfectly matched mouths and sweet-smelling breath.

Most nights, I would fall asleep to this fantasy playing on a loop in my mind. Sometimes, I would practice kissing on my hand, my face burning with anticipation.

How my first kiss really happened: a dark back room of Skate ‘N’ Space.

It was a Thursday night, popular with youth groups because they only played contemporary Christian music. I was 14 and he was 15. He smelled like he tripped and fell into a vat of Drakkar Noir before leaving the house.

I’d gotten contacts and was no longer schlepping around all that baby weight, but I was still incredibly awkward. His shirt was purple satin, and I was wearing acid-wash jeans.

When our mouths finally met, it was at a weird angle, and our teeth clashed together.

We immediately pretended that the kiss didn’t happen. But his lips were soft and his hands were kind, and he really did look a little bit like Prince Eric — if I squinted hard enough.

We live in a world of make-believe, fairytale love. Hollywood churns out rom-coms with depressing frequency, Harlequin romances take up multiple shelves in every bookstore, and television couples look and act perfectly even when they’re actually perfectly awful.

This is what we all grow up with, maybe even more now than ever, when all anybody ever shows on social media is the best parts of their lives.

Who can blame us for believing in the lie that “flawless” love is the ideal?

The truth is that love without flaws doesn’t exist.

Each one of us is imperfect in a multitude of ways, so how could love be different?

Imperfect love is real because it isn’t perfect.

What could be more romantic than seeing and accepting the most unappealing qualities that we have? What kind of “once upon a time” could compare to the moment when two people recognize how much damage they could do to each other and fall into each other’s arms anyway? And what happier ending exists than the one where we find someone, against all the odds and love them the more that we know them?

We’re all conditioned to look for fairytale love, to hold out for pumpkin carriages, princes in disguise, and spellbound maidens asleep in the woods. But the love that we think that we crave might not be the love that we actually need.

The love that we need is messy, surprising, unreasonable, and incredible.

It’s the kind of love where we feel seen, heard, safe, and secure. It’s a love that starts off like horses galloping across your heart, then mellows into a steady sunset.

When we let go of our impossible expectations, we make room for real love, and real love gives us strength and meaning.

That’s the kind of love that you deserve, so don’t sell yourself short.

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