💋 The Sugar Baby I Secretly Envy — And Why I Act Like I Don’t
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Real Talk you were never supposed to admit out loud.
I roll my eyes at her posts.
I call it “cringe.”
I tell myself she’s selling herself short.
That she’s playing a dangerous game.
But behind the judgment?
Is a whisper I don’t say out loud:
“Must be nice.”
Because while I’m checking payment extensions and figuring out how to make $47 stretch through Friday…
She’s sipping something imported, somewhere warm, with no rent due — and no man asking her to go half on everything.
💭 I Say I Could Never — But Deep Down, I Wonder If I Should’ve
I’ve always done things the “right” way.
Earned my own. Struggled with pride. Split the check. Built with men who only brought ideas and intentions.
Meanwhile, she picked ease.
She picked provision.
She picked not pretending independence is always empowering.
And I told myself I was better for it… but now?
I’m tired.
And I’m starting to see her choices not as desperation — but as strategy.
💔 The Envy Doesn’t Come from Her — It Comes From What She Represents
She lives in softness.
Not because she’s naïve — but because she’s willing to be kept.
She asks for what she wants.
She doesn’t split bills.
She doesn’t apologize for being expensive — she expects to be handled accordingly.
And I used to think I was stronger than her…
But now I know:
She’s just more honest about what she wants — and what she’s not willing to carry anymore.
🧠 The Real Reason I Judge Her (And Women Like Her)
Because she’s doing something I’m scared to do: Receive.
She receives money.
She receives care.
She receives lifestyle upgrades I’m still working overtime to earn.
And rather than ask why that bothers me so much, I just label it:
“Gold digger”
“Weak”
“Fake femininity”
“No morals”
But really?
I’m not mad at her.
I’m mad that I spent so long suffering to prove a point no one’s clapping for.
👁️ Because Let’s Be Real — There’s a Sugar Baby in Every Broke Girl Fantasy
She’s not trying to marry him.
She’s trying to breathe.
To live in softness.
To experience what it feels like when a man doesn’t make you beg or build him in return for the bare minimum.
She figured out something a lot of us didn’t:
Sometimes the shortcut isn’t shameful.
Sometimes the man she “shouldn’t be with” is the one helping her sleep at night — and pay her phone bill on time.
💬 Final Thought:
I might not choose her path.
I might not want the man behind her lifestyle.
But I’d be lying if I said I don’t envy the outcome:
Peace
Provision
The freedom to exhale without checking my balance first
Because while I work twice as hard to prove I’m not a sugar baby…
She’s living the life I’m still pretending I don’t want.