Guys, a woman is a flower.
Yes.
Let me say it again.
Not everyone can be an alpha.
Not everyone can be an heir.
And not everyone can be a flower.
Not every woman can truly be a woman and a mother.
That’s a fact, guys.
But if you didn’t screw up
and you married a flower,
an angel —
then we move on.
A woman must be cherished.
No cooking and no cleaning, guys.
This matters, damn it.
What kind of bullshit is that?
A woman is pure energy.
How can you drain her entire potential
on such cheap crap?
There should be household help for all that.
Otherwise, with all my strength and power,
I wouldn’t be leading —
I’d be completely exhausted by cooking and vacuuming.
Guys.
You can’t do that.
An angel’s potential is completely different.
No household grind.
That should not exist.
A woman is a sacred being.
A little kitten like that —
scrubbing the house?
Seriously, guys?
Or standing over a stove all day?
Come on. Really?
And if your ass starts burning at this point —
go to hell.
No one is to blame that you didn’t set up your business properly
so you wouldn’t be completely exhausted.
No one forced you to choose a job you can’t escape from.
That’s your crap.
Deal with it yourself.
Don’t take it out on a woman.
That she’s living like in paradise?
Yes. Exactly.
Go to hell.
She made the right choice —
a proper man
who understands what a woman is
and how to handle her,
not some jealous bastard
who, out of bitterness,
won’t even allow her happiness.
What kind of crap is that, guys?
What she does all day
is none of the alpha’s business.
Anything.
As long as she’s content and happy.
That’s it.
A woman, guys,
who didn’t slave away at some shitty job
where every man sees her as a threat,
where she’s constantly at war,
where her nature is broken and humiliated
because she has to stop being a source
and turn into a machine,
with balls big enough to compete with men —
A nightmare.
A woman who didn’t waste herself
on crap like cleaning and cooking.
The one her husband sees, loves,
walks everywhere with — with her and the kids.
He protects her.
She doesn’t carry grocery bags.
She doesn’t sort out problems with the kids.
The alpha carries his responsibility himself.
What kind of woman is that, guys?
That’s paradise, damn it.
She’s content, well-groomed, always smiling.
She has energy.
All her love goes to the family.
All day she was building her resource.
Now she gives love and tenderness to her family.
She hugs everyone.
Kisses them.
Caresses them.
Strokes them with gentle hands.
She’s always happy to see the alpha.
The children.
The world.
She shines like an angel.
Do you understand, guys?
What you invest in a woman
is what you get back.
You have to care for her, carry her in your arms —
and then you’ll have an angel by your side.
Key:
Boys, a girl is a very specific kind of being.
And you have to understand that.
And yes, guys — you need to wash.
Yes.
No “I showered two days ago”
or “I showered yesterday.”
That’s total bullshit.
You shower before bed.
And in the morning.
In the evening — for her.
So you go to bed clean and well-groomed.
Wash the day off yourself.
In the morning — to wash the night away
and prepare for a new day.
She will start to shine.
She’ll see what kind of alpha he’s become.
Always clean.
Shaved.
Well-groomed.
He smells good.
He no longer goes to the bathroom while she’s in the bath.
He doesn’t scratch his balls or his ass in front of her.
He doesn’t pick his teeth.
He doesn’t burp in front of her.
No.
He understands she’s sensitive.
That this is unpleasant for her.
She’s not “one of the guys”
who’ll get it.
She’s a woman.
For her, seeing all that
is like a micro-trauma.
You don’t need to be overly “natural” with her.
Overly relaxed.
No.
You need to be a man — not an animal.
She will admire the alpha.
How beautiful he is.

How well-groomed he is.
How nice it is to touch him — clean and so fresh.
She will look at him with her big eyes
and ask him to hold her.
Always under his wing.
Always under his protection.
With someone this strong.
Such a powerful man.
So —
go on.
And stop whining, you shameless asses.