I know where my heart is. And as painful as it has been, the heartbreak, I realize that I was taken for granted.
It’s why I refuse to settle for anything less than full equality between myself and my future man. I’ve already been the woman who gave everything. And when I needed something back? Got nothing in return.
I ain’t going through that shit ever again. Any man I’m with will treat me with the full respect I’ve earned — on my own merits. No one else’s.
And we will be friends, first.
I don’t want shit from him but his loyalty — love — and a huge ass hug (that lasts for more than a minute lol Those are excellent for fighting depression.)