By Relentless Aaron
There’s a fine line between intimacy and insanity, and too many people are dancing on the edge without even realizing it.
Let’s be real—what we call “love” today is often trauma in disguise. The hand-holding turns into handcuffs. The sweet texts turn into manipulation. And before you know it, what started as a vibe becomes a sentence you’re serving. No parole. No appeal. Just vibes and suffering.
But how did we get here?
💔 The Love We Were Promised
Love, at its core, should be mutual. Respectful. Compassionate. A partnership that uplifts, not one that depletes. But when society feeds us lies—romantic comedies, toxic rap lyrics, hypersexual content—and tells us that passion is supposed to burn, we start mistaking pain for love.
We’ve been conditioned to believe that struggle equals commitment. That jealousy equals care. That dominance equals desire. But let’s be clear: love shouldn’t hurt. And it damn sure shouldn’t traumatize.
🍆 Lust Ain’t Love
Lust is not a demon. It’s human. Natural. But it’s also fleeting. And if you try to build a relationship on it, you’re setting your house on fire and calling it a fireplace.
Sex can feel like connection—but feeling close while you’re naked doesn’t mean there’s any intimacy in your life. We mistake orgasms for affection and dominance for devotion. But without emotional safety and honesty, you’re just actors in a play that ends in resentment.
🔥 Hell on Earth
This is the part we never talk about.
The coercion. The pressure. The way women, in particular, become emotional dump sites for men’s unprocessed trauma. How many women have been in situations where they “gave in” because it was easier than arguing? Or stayed because leaving felt unsafe? That ain’t love. That’s servitude.
And the system encourages it. It packages pain as romance. Markets control as care. Sells abuse in HD and calls it “edgy television.”
This is the hell. The silent screams. The empty stares. The faking it to survive.
🧠 The Wake-Up Call
If he’s only soft when he’s hard—if he only shows care when he’s trying to fuck—then sis, he doesn’t love you. You’re a sanctuary for his demons, not a partner in love.
If you’re constantly walking on eggshells, doubting your worth, or losing yourself in someone else’s brokenness, it’s time to ask the realest question of all:
Is this love, are we fuckin’, or is this hell on earth?
