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“I’m done with those childish games. I’m ready to be with someone I can share my heart with,” he said. "I’m in love with you. I plan on marrying you. I’m not going anywhere. I’m set. I love you, babe. Words that stick with me. He told me he loved me everyday. He had me doing the same.
love...
It just snuck up on me.
It took me by surprise. And although I’m finding it very hard to believe him, in some way, I know I do. Don’t get confused, he’s not my everything. That’s one thing I refuse to let a man become.
He’s not my happiness. I refuse to ever give a man that place. Yes, he makes me happy but I can also make myself happy. It’s taking me some time to let my guard down. In my mind, there is no way in he... There is no way it’s coming down.
There has been no consistent man in my eighteen years of living. I don’t know what it’s like to be treated like a princess. I don’t know what it’s like to be put first. My own father clocks in and out so he made sure I never knew.
Since I’ve never had any of those things through a man, the question arises; why can’t I be those things for myself? I don’t want it now. I have no desire. But then I’d get called cocky or conceited, big headed, or self-righteous. I am none of those things.
I just wanna have enough money to treat myself like a princess
Buy my own clothes and treat my own self to a spa
I wanna get my own hair done and buy my own car
Because the thought of needing a man for anything makes me sick to my stomach.
The next girl can have it.
Call me weird but I am who I am.
Yes, I love him.
No, I don’t WANT to need him.
I wanna be my own rock but at the same time be strong enough to support the both of us.
And if you do not understand, maybe you shouldn’t be in love
