I wasn’t paying attention to me or my needs or my happiness, I was just surviving on making him happy.
Her body, her choice.
You don’t deserve to evoke any emotion in me.
You don’t have to apologize for needing someone to devote all of their sexual attention and intimacy towards you and only you.
I’m sorry I let him convince you that you were damaged and broken and hard to love. I’m sorry I let him make you think what you needed and wanted from a boyfriend was impossible.
The day I was free from you was the day I realized I am enough, more than enough, all by myself.
You are strong, you are capable, you are empowered.
We want to believe that this sort of thing happens in every relationship. We tell ourselves we’re just so in love and with every passionate thing, there’s bound to be blazing fights.
There’s a difference between choosing him, even when he doesn’t choose you, and choosing happiness, choosing adventure, choosing a love which does not exhaust you and disappoint you and break you, but one which lifts you up.