Your Loss
The truth of the matter is… I lowered my standards for you.
When we met, I was in such a dark and lonely vulnerable place. I was seeking guidance. I was seeking care. I could not care for myself at that time so I lowered my standards of care and expectations to be with you.
But I am a high value person, and when you left me, it hurt my soul… Because I thought the darkness all around us could be fixed with love and care, and you thought the darkness around us could be strategically avoided by cutting it out like a tumor… But tumors grow back. Your darkness was not eradicated: The love I had for you was.
I want to thank you for inadvertently setting me free. It opened my eyes… and although it is painful, yes.… It also made me see clearly how much I needed to take care of myself, to heal my wounds, and to build back up the bad bitch I really am on the inside. I want to truly thank you for that.
I am a caregiver… But not to those who take. I am not able to help those who won’t help themselves. I am unable to fix others wounds. Or to bring your emotional maturity up from its five-year-old state of being… All I can do is control my own actions, work on myself, hope for the best, and except nothing less.
I want to thank you because you have made me realize I can love again, not only myself, but I am capable of fully loving someone else… And although it is and will be hard to let the love I had for you and your family and your friends and the potential for our future go … I know it will be so worth it when I put that love into myself, my community, my soulmate (whoever they are and whenever they come into my life), and my future… Because those things will truly fulfill me… No potentials or empty promises needed.
This was your loss, not mine.