We Are Whole, Not Half
The love of my life has never, and will never, complete me.
I have a bone to pick with whoever came up with the idea of “two halves coming together to make a whole" in romantic relationships.
This creates a very dangerous belief that one in themselves is not complete or adequate in their own, and that they require another person to bring fulfillment and value to their lives.
F*ck that noise.
In case you didn’t get the memo, each individual person has their own value. Each person is worthy enough in their own damn right.
I am currently engaged, a few months shy of marriage, and you know what? My partner doesn’t complete me.
He doesn’t make me whole. I am not half without him.
I am fulfilled and happy and a complete person, all by my lonesome.
This isn’t romance, it’s a societal issue.
Society convincing me that I was not a whole person in my own right, and sent me running into the arms of an abuser.
Had I known then what I know now, and recognized exactly how much value I have as a person, I would have probably had the courage to leave my ex abusive sooner…
