Sometimes I really wonder what it is about me that makes people struggle to love me right. I show up, I care, I try, I give grace. And somehow, I still end up feeling like Iโm asking for too much.
Can we talk about how some men genuinely fuck over the most genuine women? Women who loved them wholeheartedly, showed up for them, prayed for them, and stood beside them through their darkest moments. And somehow, those same women end up having to heal from the very people they were trying to love. That kind of betrayal changes you in ways people will never understand.
People will genuinely show up for who and what they want. Excuses get old. Donโt entertain nobody that donโt wanna show up for you how you show up for them.