Fact Check Me: Love Is Not Submission
Somewhere along the way,
men started confusing silence with peace
and obedience with love.
They called it tradition.
They called it preference.
They called it “how it’s supposed to be.”
But love has never lived in castles.
Love was born in kitchens at midnight,
in tired hands passing bills across tables,
in arguments that mattered because the future mattered.
Love grew where people worked for a living
and needed each other to survive the day.
Out there — beyond estates and titles —
a submissive partner was never an asset.
She was a liability.
Because when the roof leaks,
when the child is sick,
when the money runs out,
when the world kicks you in the teeth,
you don’t need someone who waits for permission.
You need someone who moves.
Across cultures, across continents,
strip away the ruling class
and ask the people who actually live:
Tell us about your women.
And the answer is never “submissive.”
It’s: Don’t piss her off.
Ask her first.
She keeps us alive.
That’s not fear.
That’s reverence.
Real women — real partners —
think, argue, push back, choose.
They say no.
Which is exactly why their yes means something.
Because desire without choice is nothing.
Love without risk is empty.
And a man who only ever hears “yes”
never knows if he’s wanted
or merely tolerated.
Submission isn’t sexy.
It’s transactional.
Pay-to-play.
A fantasy propped up by money, insulation, and distance from consequence.
But love?
Love is messy.
Love challenges you when you’re wrong
and pulls you up when you fall.
Love needs you —
and lets itself be needed.
So to the men chasing a fantasy:
Come back to the real world.
Live with real women.
Build with real partners.
Be something to them.
Let them be something for you.
Because when love is built on respect,
shared direction, mutual value, and common goals,
life stops feeling like control
and starts feeling full.
That’s not weakness.
That’s partnership.
And that —
that’s love.