A confident, well-dressed woman walks into a psychiatrist’s office, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. She takes a seat, folds her arms, and says firmly, “Doctor, I have a problem — and I hope you won’t judge me.”
The psychiatrist leans back with a calm smile. “Of course not. Speak freely.”
She sighs. “Everyone around me — my parents, my relatives, even random aunties at weddings — keeps telling me I need to get married. But here’s the thing: I don’t want to. I’m educated, I have a great job, my own apartment, my own car — I’m financially and emotionally independent. I cook my own meals, travel alone, and even assemble IKEA furniture without help!”
The psychiatrist nods. “Impressive. So what’s bothering you?”
She leans forward. “I just don’t understand why I need a husband. I don’t need anyone to complete me. I’m not lonely. But the pressure from my family is getting intense. They say, ‘Beta, you need someone to support you, to stand by your side.’ I tell them — I am that someone! So what should I do?”
The psychiatrist chuckles softly and replies, “You, no doubt, are going to achieve great things in life. You’re strong, intelligent, driven. But let me ask you something…”
He pauses.
“Do you think everything in life will always go the way you plan?”
She frowns slightly. “Well… probably not.”
He nods. “Exactly. Sometimes things will go wrong. You’ll make mistakes. Your goals might fall apart. You might have a bad day — or a few of them. Life will throw curveballs.”
She shrugs. “That’s life. I’ll deal with it.”
He smiles. “Yes, but when those things happen… who will you blame?”
She hesitates, confused. “I mean… maybe myself?”
“Exactly!” the psychiatrist says, pointing at her. “And that’s why you need a husband!”
The woman blinks. “…Wait, what?”
He grins. “When things go wrong, you’ll need someone to blame! You think all these married women are miserable for nothing? No! They’ve got someone who takes the fall when the Wi-Fi is slow, the power goes out, the vacation gets canceled, or the rice burns. Marriage isn’t just about love — it’s about blame delegation! Think of it as emotional outsourcing.”
😂 Ladies, marriage comes with a built-in blame sponge!
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