This is an apology to my mom for all the times she came home from a long day of work and my unemployed teenage self had the audacity not to have done the simple tasks she asked of me. I get it now.
When I was 20, my 24-year-old boyfriend broke up with me because he said he needed to “grind.” I wasn’t billing him, stressing him, or placing any responsibility on him. I genuinely loved him and supported him. He told me he needed to lock in then he ghosted me.
Four years later, he’s 28. I’m not mocking him, and I truly wish him well, but the truth is he isn’t doing better than me. There’s no visible evidence of the grinding he left me for. He’s admitted multiple times that letting me go was the worst decision he made. And honestly, he’ll never find anyone like me again.
I pity you if you leave your genuine babe to grind rubbish.