Post by Stella's nation (@stella001)
I was supposed to be completing my second house by now, but women have completely scattered my financial plans.
At this point, I honestly don't know whether I need financial advice, relationship advice, or deliverance.
The amount of money I have spent on women this year alone is beginning to scare me.
Sometimes I sit down and calculate the figures, and I just shake my head.
The painful part is that the money I've spent chasing women is almost enough to complete my second house project.
Yes, my second house.
Imagine working hard, making money, having investment plans, and then watching a large chunk of your earnings disappear because you couldn't control yourself around women.
The funny thing is that it didn't even start today.
Back in my 100-level days, I already had a reputation.
If any beautiful girl in my department was celebrating her birthday, I was usually one of the first people to send cake money.
At the time, it felt harmless.
Just a little generosity here and there.
But before long, it became a lifestyle.
One gift became another.
One outing became another.
One talking stage became another.
Before I knew it, my name had become popular across the department.
These days, if people see me talking to any girl for more than a few minutes, they immediately start making assumptions.
And to be honest, most of the time, they are not completely wrong.
My reputation has traveled farther than I have.
Sometimes I hear stories about myself that make me wonder whether people have secretly installed cameras in my life.
The craziest part is that not all these ladies were even people I approached.
Some of them came to me.
Some got my number from friends.
Some showed interest first.
Everything just became one endless cycle.
The more attention I got, the more money I spent.
The more money I spent, the more attention seemed to come.
At some point, it started feeling normal.
Need a favor?
Money.
Need airtime?
Money.
Need transport?
Money.
Need pictures?
The billing starts immediately.
And somehow, I always found myself paying.
What started as enjoyment slowly became a financial habit I couldn't control.
Looking back now, I honestly don't know how much money has entered and left my account because of women.
What I do know is that the amount is painful.
Very painful.
The reality finally hit me recently when I looked at my unfinished building project.
Standing there, staring at it, I realized something.
That structure should have been completed by now.
Instead, my money has been scattered across countless gifts, outings, transfers, surprises, and situationships that didn't add any real value to my life.
Now my reputation has completely "cast."
People already know me for this behavior.
My friends laugh about it.
The girls know it.
The boys know it.
Even people who barely know me have heard stories.
At this point, I'm beginning to wonder if I am financing relationships or running a charity organization.
The truth is that I'm tired.
I enjoy women's company, but I'm starting to feel like my financial discipline disappears whenever a beautiful woman enters the picture.
And if I continue like this, I might end up with plenty of stories to tell but no completed house to show for all my years of hard work.
So please, I need advice.
How do you know when generosity has crossed the line into self-destruction?
And if you were in my shoes, would you focus on completing the house first and forget women for a while, or is that easier said than done?
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