you were not chosen for your softness… you were chosen for your spine… sit with that before you scroll down to continue to read..
you were not chosen for your softness… you were chosen for your spine…
sit with that before you scroll down to continue to read.. because the story you tell yourself is that he got lucky that he fumbled a woman like you and didn’t know what he had…
no… he knew exactly what he had and that was entire fucking point of it all.
weal men don’t wander into strong women by accident… they hunt them… a weak man walks into a room, finds the woman carrying the most weight and thinks there… she can carry me too…
he wasn’t looking for a partner.. he was looking for a foundation.. something already built, already standing, so he’d never have to pour the concrete himself… you were a finished house he moved into and started calling his…
and here’s the part that stings.. he liked your strength, then he needed it then he resented it… the exact thing that made him choose you becomes the thing he punishes you for..
think about what a strong woman gives a man who has nothing…
she provides cover, nobody checks on the woman who has it together or at least not often.. especially as needed in that type of relationship… so your competence becomes his camouflage…
a regulator… you manage his moods, his image, his ego… you’re the reason his life looks functional from the outside…
and a conquest… any coward can dominate something they see as weak but bending someone strong, convincing a woman who needs nobody that she needs him.. that’s the trophy… he didn’t want you despite your strength.. he wanted the credit for taming it..
you weren’t his girlfriend, you were his proof of concept…
he offers you the one thing you never let yourself have… rest…
that’s the fucking bait.. let me carry it, you’ve done enough… to a woman who’s been carrying since she was a girl… that hits like a drug.. except he never picks anything up.. he just needed your guard down long enough to get inside…
your loyalty is his safety net.. your endurance is his budget… every time you absorb it instead of walking.. he learns he can spend it a little more..
your strength isn’t protecting you… he’s using it against you..
that’s the diagnosis.. it’s him… and understanding him feels like power but it isn’t really… knowing why a man is the way he is has never once gotten a woman out of his weakly built house…
this next part is about you…
this next portion is about how picked you, the tells he read in the first three conversations.. the tests you didn’t know were tests.. what it actually costs him when you leave and why the sudden i’ll change, i’ve never felt this way always arrives the moment you finally fucking mean it!
that’s the half for the women who are done being useful to men who are afraid of them…
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