It’s over. And I’m glad. I need to rid myself of people whom make me feel less than. I’m perfectly imperfect. I have flaws and I embrace them. I am not a martyr, a messiah nor am I anyone’s hero. I love my child I’m a good mother and that is all I need to be. I’m nothing to you nothing to anyone but my child. You say I’m used up. .. you say I use people. . Well who cares what you have to say? You’re a speck. A tiny speck. All of us are. I don’t care what anyone thinks. I’ve made my mistakes and in time, I’ll learn from all of them all. I have no regrets. Do I miss you, sometimes. Do I want to have contact. .. sometimes. But do I NEED you? Well. .. I’ve made it this long, and I think I’m doing fine. I’m beginning to think for myself again. Wear my hair how I want to wear it, wear my make up, clothes whatever without your ridicule, criticism, or as you like to call it, guidance.
You once told me, after I had stated that you weren’t sweet to me anymore. You never complimented me or said things to make me feel good about myself, that is how you’re supposed to mold someone into what you want them to be. How you train them. At the time I thought you were joking. Well hind sight really is 20/20.
Im fine just the way I am. I have plenty of people that think I’m beautiful just as I am. .. although the pin up look, that was my doing. You just tried to take credit. You encouraged me to dye my hair, change my style, dress and look how I did when I was 16. I took a little of that and ran with it. I dyed my hair. .. but not how you wanted but it looks awesome. I look awesome. I will say one thing. .. you helped me find myself. How I’m most comfortable. Except the yoga pants. I don’t give a shit how much you hate them. They make my ass looks hot and they are comfy as fuck.
I thought that you would be “the one that got away” but, I think I’m the one that got away. There is a reason I couldnt stick with the idea of moving away. I realized, if you really felt how how you claimed to feel, you wouldn’t have left me hanging. You would’ve helped me get there. You don’t really love me. You never did.
So as I put a close to this post, I’m just going to wish you luck. If you call, you know I’ll answer, shoot me an email, I’ll reply. .. but I’ll never fall like that again. Not for you. I don’t even know who you are.