Coinrunners.NFT

"A woman never tells you what she is thinking, she'll tell you what she is feeling A man never tells you want he is feeling, he will tell you what he is thinking" One of the best explanation I've ever come across. Watch 🥲

Marriage isn’t forever anymore (but I still believe in it), and I’m the woman with 3 divorces who finally understands why… I’ve been married 3 times and left every time I realised the ring was never the part that mattered. People call it failure; I call it refusing to accept less than I deserve. 1st: young teenager, pregnant, families forced the wedding neither of us wanted. He was in the army and voluntarily deployed the week after; I raised our baby alone from day one. 2nd: 3 sons, emotionally absent dad, slapped a ring on near the end thinking it would fix the starvation. It didn’t. 3rd: 15 years and we had a daughter. I made the majority of the money, built my modelling and acting agency and his business too. When I left I gave him 50%, walked away from his company, left his super untouched, even let him take the car back 3 years later when he hit taxation trouble… and still helped. Learned to trade at 16. I can always make more. I trust my abilities 5 kids, 3 fathers. Yes, people see that and instantly label me a slut, a whore, whatever makes them feel morally superior. My own father, who was never in my childhood, came back into my life for a few years when I was an adult. When my 2nd marriage ended he called me a slut, just like my mother did. He’s reconnected now because he’s dying of cancer, and I’m trying to sit with forgiveness while those words still burn. Truth: I never spent my teens or 20s sleeping around. I just kept marrying the same broken trauma pattern, believing a ring would finally make me safe. It never did. Therapy showed me the pattern I’d been trading my whole life: choosing passive, checked-out men while I stayed in masculine overdrive, protecting, funding, fixing them. I mistook carrying grown men for strength. After the divorces I repeated it twice more. 1st: the recovering addict I wrote Coinrunners movie about. He was secretly stealing from people to fund drugs. When it blew up I spent an entire year trading non-stop to pay everyone back the million dollars he stole to keep him out of jail… (some still surface today). That year became my book “Become a Millionaire in a Year”, because I proved it’s possible when you have no choice. With my 3% compound trading system. Therapy later showed me that frantic fixing was an old childhood schema: “If I make it right, I’m safe.” It never was my job. 2nd: same blueprint. We genuinely loved each other, but I was still the rescuer. Walking away was the kindest thing I could do so we could both fight our own demons without blocking each other’s path. Nobody knows what the future holds; life moves forward, paths might cross again, or maybe there’s someone else entirely. To my 16-year-old self: “Learning to trade will give you the life most people only dream of. Stop protecting these men. Stop fixing them. Stop funding them. Exit the first red flag, not the tenth.” I still believe in marriage, but I no longer believe in “till death do us part” when it’s fundamentally not working. Staying just to keep a promise made to the wrong person is slow emotional suicide. Most people never see their patterns. I see mine now, I broke mine, and that’s why I’m finally at peace. I can want a man, but I don’t need one to complete me, so right now single feels like the most honest place I’ve ever stood. If you recognise your own pattern in any of this and you’re ready to change it, say something in the replies. I see you. 🤍