Some things in life are just universal among women, and one of them is sheer, unwavering stubbornness—especially when it comes to everyday habits, beauty routines, and personal quirks. If you’re a girl, you’ll instantly relate to these little signs of determination that seem to be built into your DNA. And yes, if you’ve ever used a lipstick down to the very last possible swipe (like the image above suggests), then you definitely know what we’re talking about!
The Lipstick That Refuses to Die

Let’s start with the most iconic form of stubbornness: refusing to throw away a lipstick, no matter how tiny it gets. That little plastic casing at the bottom? Yeah, there’s still product in there, and you will dig it out with your fingernail, a brush, or even a bobby pin before declaring it finished. Why? Because every last bit of that shade is precious.
Men might not understand, but every girl knows that finding the perfect lipstick color is rare. Once you find the one, there’s no way you’re letting a single speck go to waste.
Wearing Heels Even When It Feels Like Foot Torture
Blisters? Sore arches? Toes screaming in agony? None of it matters when those heels make your outfit look 🔥. Every girl has had at least one night where she’s powered through the pain because she refused to let discomfort win. The stubbornness to “make it work” leads to countless nights of wobbling, carrying flats in a purse just in case, and even using band-aids as a desperate attempt to keep going.
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And let’s be honest—when someone asks, “Are you okay?” while you’re limping, the automatic response is always, “I’m fine.”
Holding On to That One Bra That Has Seen Better Days
You know the one—the straps are barely hanging on, the underwire is poking through (but somehow, it doesn’t hurt that much), and it has stretched out beyond recognition. Yet, it’s the comfiest bra you own, and you refuse to part with it.
Sure, you have newer, fancier ones sitting in your drawer, but nothing feels quite as right as this well-worn, slightly battle-scarred piece of lingerie.
Convincing Yourself You Can Carry Everything in One Trip
Why make two trips when you can nearly break your arms trying to carry it all at once? Whether it’s bringing in grocery bags, carrying a pile of laundry, or juggling way too many shopping bags, there’s something about making one epic trip that feels like a personal achievement.
Does it matter if your fingers are turning purple from the weight? Nope. Does it matter if you drop half of it and have to go back anyway? Still no. It’s the principle of it all.

“I Don’t Need a Jacket” – Famous Last Words
How many times has someone told you to bring a jacket, and you confidently said, “No, I’ll be fine,” only to spend the next few hours freezing and regretting every life decision? But instead of admitting defeat, you’ll cross your arms, shiver in silence, and pretend you’re not cold.
Borrowing someone else’s jacket? That’s an option—but stubbornness wins every time.
Not Washing Your Hair Because “It Still Looks Fine”
Dry shampoo exists for a reason, and girls have mastered the art of stretching a hair wash as long as possible. Day three? It’s still fine. Day four? Maybe a ponytail. Day five? A messy bun totally counts as a hairstyle.
It’s not laziness—it’s about preserving the natural oils and making sure you don’t strip your hair of its moisture… or at least, that’s what we tell ourselves.
Refusing to Ask for Help Until It’s Absolutely Necessary
Whether it’s assembling furniture, opening a jar, or lifting something heavy, there’s a certain level of stubborn pride in trying to do it alone first. The jar lid might require 10 minutes of struggling and gritted teeth, but victory tastes sweeter when you finally pop it open without assistance.
And if someone offers to help? The automatic response is, “I got it.”
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Keeping Clothes You Haven’t Worn in Years – Just in Case
That dress from five years ago that you might need for a special occasion? The jeans that haven’t fit in ages but could fit again one day? Every girl has a closet full of “just in case” outfits that never actually get worn—but getting rid of them? Impossible.
Because the moment you do, you’ll suddenly find the perfect occasion where you wish you still had it. And that’s a regret no one wants.
Using Every Last Drop of a Beauty Product
It doesn’t matter if squeezing out that last bit of foundation requires full upper-body strength or if your mascara is practically dry—you paid for it, so you’re using it to the bitter end. Cutting open lotion bottles, scooping out the last remains of a face cream, or even adding a little water to shampoo just to make it last longer? Classic signs of beauty-product stubbornness.
Final Thoughts
Stubbornness isn’t just a personality trait—it’s a survival skill. From refusing to waste a single swipe of lipstick to convincing ourselves we don’t need a jacket, every girl has her own set of determined quirks. It’s not about being difficult; it’s about maximizing what we have, standing our ground, and proving (mostly to ourselves) that we can make it work.
Because at the end of the day, being a little stubborn just makes life more interesting.
I Had Doubts about Dating a Single Dad, but What I Found after He Moved into My House Left Me Pale

I came home expecting a quiet evening, but what I found instead shook me to the core. In that moment, I realized my trust had been betrayed, and my peaceful life was about to be turned upside down.
When I first started dating Ryan, I knew there would be challenges. I was stepping into a relationship with a man who had three young daughters, and I was prepared for the extra noise, the mess, and the constant whirlwind that would follow us wherever we went.

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I had been living alone in my cozy, peaceful home for years and had gotten used to the calm and order that came with it. But I knew that loving Ryan meant embracing the chaos his daughters would bring, and I was ready to make the necessary sacrifices.
My home was my sanctuary, but I was willing to adjust. When Ryan moved in, I sacrificed my guest room and the upstairs rec room so the girls could have their own spaces. It wasn’t always easy.

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I would often find myself retreating to my bedroom just to get a moment of quiet. But I was committed to making our new family dynamic work, so I kept reminding myself that this was what it meant to love someone—sacrifices, compromises, and the willingness to adapt.
But just when I thought I had a handle on things, the situation took a turn I never saw coming.
Ryan’s ex-wife, Laura, had always been a bit of a wild card. She was the kind of person who thrived on drama and attention. So, when she suddenly decided to get the girls a dog, three kittens, and a bunch of rodents, I wasn’t entirely surprised.

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What did surprise me was the fact that her lease strictly prohibited pets. I couldn’t understand why she would make such a reckless decision, knowing it would cause problems. But I chalked it up to her trying to win the girls’ favor, hoping they’d see her as the “fun” parent.
I thought that would be the end of it, that she’d have to face the consequences of her actions on her own. “She’ll sort it out,” I muttered, hoping Ryan would agree. But that wasn’t the case. When her landlord found out about the pets and threatened to evict her, Ryan stepped in, determined to play the hero. “They can stay with us,” he told the girls with a reassuring smile, “We’ll make room.”

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“Are you serious?” I asked, my voice sharp with disbelief. “We can’t possibly take in all those animals, Ryan. You know I have allergies, we both work long hours, and let’s be honest, you’re not exactly the most reliable when it comes to keeping the house in order.”
He frowned, clearly taken aback. “But they’re just kids,” he pleaded. “They’ve already fallen in love with the animals. How can we take them away now?”
“I get that,” I replied, trying to stay calm. “But maybe a few of the rodents could stay, not the entire zoo. We can’t turn this place into a circus.”

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The girls, overhearing our conversation, looked devastated. They had already become attached to the animals, and now they were faced with the possibility of losing them.
Ryan, caught in the middle, started sulking, his usual response when things didn’t go his way. Meanwhile, his ex, ever the drama queen, played the victim. She acted as if I was the evil stepmother ruining everyone’s fun, and that’s how the girls started to see me too.

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Then, one afternoon, after a particularly exhausting day at work, I came home ready to unwind. As I pushed open the door, I froze. My living room looked like an animal shelter.
The dog was lounging on my couch, the kittens were scampering around like they owned the place, and the rodents were making themselves at home in the corners. My throat started itching almost immediately, my nose tingling with the telltale signs of an impending allergy attack.

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I felt a surge of anger, betrayal burning in my chest. Ryan had brought all the animals over behind my back. As I stood there, trying to process what was happening, one of the girls, Emma, approached me, looking guilty.
She hesitated before blurting out, “Mom told us you wouldn’t mind the pets because you told her you liked animals. But when we were at dinner last week, I heard you tell Dad that you had allergies. I think Mom heard too.”

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I didn’t react right away, just nodded and reassured her that it wasn’t her fault. But that was the first crack in the story I’d been told. Why was Ryan’s ex lying to her kids?
That’s when it clicked. Ryan’s ex had done this on purpose. She’d overheard me talking about my allergies and decided to use it against me, knowing it would cause chaos in our home. I was furious, but I also realized that I wasn’t going to let her get away with it.

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That evening, I confronted Ryan. “Why did you bring the animals here without telling me?” I asked, my voice trembling with barely controlled anger.
He looked at me, guilt written all over his face. “I didn’t think it would be a big deal. The girls were so upset, and I just wanted to make them happy.”
“And what about me?” I shot back. “You know I have allergies. You know how hard it is for me to keep up with the housework as it is. Why didn’t you talk to me first?”

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Ryan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I just… I didn’t want to disappoint them.”
I shook my head, feeling a mixture of anger and sadness. “Ryan, this isn’t just about the animals. It’s about trust. You went behind my back, and you let your ex manipulate you. We’re supposed to be a team, and right now, it feels like I’m fighting this battle alone.”

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He looked at me, his expression softening. “You’re right. I should have talked to you first. I won’t let it happen again.”
But I wasn’t satisfied with just an apology. I needed to get to the bottom of what had really happened. I decided to dig deeper.
The next day, I made a few phone calls. It wasn’t hard to find the truth once I knew where to look. I managed to get in touch with her landlord under the guise of verifying some information about his other property. When I casually mentioned the pet situation, he was puzzled.

Landlord talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
“I’ve never had a problem with pets,” he said. “In fact, I encourage it. Makes the place feel more like home, you know?”
That was all I needed to hear. Ryan’s ex had lied. She’d never been at risk of eviction. She’d used the pet issue as a way to manipulate the situation, knowing it would cause a rift between Ryan and me, and likely hoping I’d cave in to keep the peace.

Middle aged woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
That evening, I confronted Ryan again, this time with the full story. “I talked to her landlord,” I said, watching his face carefully. “He doesn’t have any problem with pets. She lied about being at risk of eviction.”
Ryan was floored. He stared at me, disbelief and anger flickering in his eyes. “She lied?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded. “She used the situation to stir up trouble between us. She knew it would cause problems, and she did it anyway.”

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Ryan clenched his fists, anger radiating off him in waves. “I can’t believe she would do that. I feel like such an idiot.”
I reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “You’re not an idiot, Ryan. But you need to see her for who she really is. We can’t let her manipulate us like this. We need to be stronger together.”
He looked at me, a mixture of regret and determination in his eyes. “You’re right. I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner.”

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The next day, I texted Ryan’s ex. I calmly explained that I knew the truth and that the animals needed to go back to her place. When she tried to argue, I reminded her that her own landlord had no issue with pets. She had no choice but to take them back.
The girls were understandably upset when they found out that their mom had lied to them about the pets. It wasn’t easy for them to reconcile that their mom had used them as pawns in her own game. But in the end, it brought some much-needed clarity to the situation.

Girls holding their pets | Source: Midjourney
Ryan and I had a serious talk about trust and communication. I made it clear that if we were going to make this work, we needed to be a team, making decisions together and not letting outside forces pull us apart. He agreed, and while things weren’t perfect, we were on the same page for the first time in a long while.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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