You’re the one everybody calls when things fall apart. You remember the birthdays, you notice the details, and you show up when nobody showed up for you.
And somehow, you keep ending up with men who take all of that and give back the bare minimum.
You’ve heard every line… “ I’m not ready for anything serious…” “ Let’s not put a label on it..” “ I’m just bad at texting..” You knew better each time… and you stayed anyway because you hoped your love would be the thing that finally changed him.
It never was… You were enough. He was just never going to choose you the way you chose him.
Hear me when I say this… You are not hard to love… You are not too much… You’ve just been giving your best to men who were only ever offering their least…
You don’t need another man to fix… You need a standard that vets him before you invest in him…. A standard that catches the red flags in week one instead of year two… A standard that finally lets you rest…
You’ve spent years choosing everyone else..
It’s your turn to be chosen…..