I know my worth in every aspect of life. I’ve settled a lot giving people, situations, and opportunities more chances than they deserved. But at some point you have to stop just knowing your worth and start living it.
Tolerating always turns to resentment. At first, you call it patience, then love. But what it really is, is self-abandonment. Every time you swallow a boundary, excuse a pattern or silence your discomfort, something inside you keeps score. Likes And eventually, the bill comes due.