Funny how time rewinds and all the tears you shed turn into a smirk. That’s me whenever I think of the men who tripped through my life like wind-blown confetti... no substance, just static. They didn’t challenge me. They didn’t build me. They barely made me think.
Every single one of them carried the same blueprint: self-first, always. Minds checked out, goals half-baked, and me? Me was last on the agenda. I bent over backwards to accommodate ego, temper tantrums, delusions of grandeur... call it what you want. But the truth? I let them. I invited the chaos in. I handed them the keys.
Karma? Maybe. Or maybe I just have a taste for knowing exactly how the other half behaves...so I can sharpen myself in response. I didn’t lose anything but patience and a little naive energy. They left faster than they came in. That’s a thousand words about who they were. And I? I’m still standing. Still building. Still unshaken.
Every misstep, every selfish lover, every bad seed planted a single truth: I settle too little for what I deserve. I expect. Not because I’m high-maintenance, not because I’m greedy, but because I know my worth. Anything less? Not for me. Anything less is a lesson in disguise. And every lesson? Pure gold.
I never leaned on them. Never needed them. My backbone,,,,my mind? It’s mine. Day in, day out. And if they came thinking they could use me? Sorry, sweethearts, you only get used when you leave room to be used.
Now I smile. I laugh. I sip my tea and watch the rerun of fools walking past my door....
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