There are guys in this world who are arrogant and ignorant. Who belittle women just to make themselves feel better because their fancy cars and big paychecks don’t do that enough.
You’re not that guy.
You don’t look at me the way you use to and I know it’s not because you don’t love me anymore, but because of just the opposite.
You love me so much you’re ashamed of yourself for not being better for me and you think you’ll never be able to give me what you think I deserve.
That in itself proves to me that you are enough. More than Enough.
Whenever you think that our love is doomed because you’ll never be able to make it on your own or have the means to give me my dreams, just remember this.
I fell in love with you.
People fall on hard times every second of everyday on this big ole spinning globe. Life isn’t easy. It’s never going to be, but that fact that you try so hard- and I do see you trying- is enough to prove to me that we’re going to be okay. Trust me when I tell you, things could be much worse.
You don’t have to be so strong.
I know you’re stressed. I know you cry when I’m not around because you don’t know how you’re going to make ends meet or how you’re ever going to get yourself in a place you feel comfortable. Tell me. Cry to me. Let me hold you and tell you it’s going to be okay. This relationship isn’t one sided and you’re allowed to break down. You’re a man. A Real Man. You open my door, you hold me when I’m sad, you work day in and day out doing whatever you can to survive. You’re always worrying about whether or not I’m happy and safe. You’re allowed to have bad days. You’re allowed to be scared. That’s why I’m here, to face this world together.
You’re not allowed to give up.
If I didn’t think we’d make it; if I didn’t think this was just a rough patch right now and one day we’d be sitting on our front porch laughing about this, I wouldn’t be with you. You have to stop saying the world is out to get you or that you’re never going to have anything. It’s not all worthless. It’s not pointless. If you had no purpose on this earth, in my life, you wouldn’t be here. You’re not allowed to give up on your dreams. So maybe you weren’t a rock star; what about all of your other dreams? Traveling, having a beautiful car and a warm home to come reside in at the end of the day. You can still have it all, and I’ll help you get it.
I know you only said it because you’re angry.
I’m sorry. I can’t control my anger and tears when I hear you ripping yourself apart and destroying our hypothetical life. I know you’re only saying you don’t want to get married or have kids because you don’t think you’ll ever be able to support them. You think for some reason you wouldn’t be a good father, and that is the most blasphemous thing I have ever heard. If I didn’t think you’d be a good dad, I would have been gone a long time ago. If you really didn’t want to have children, you wouldn’t look at your nieces and nephews with such adoration and joke with me about how your little boy is going to have the sickest name ever. Or, how doomed you are if you have a daughter because you’ll be wrapped so tightly around her finger you’ll never be able to undo yourself. You don’t have to say such terrible things when you’re mad. You’re entitled to a beautiful home and a beautiful family. Stop trying to make me think otherwise because I never will. I know those words hurt you as much as they hurt me.
I’m not giving up.
Stop telling me that maybe I need to find someone else who can take care of me. Someone who can wine & dine me and take me all over the world. Stop telling me you’ll never be good enough in my eyes or that you’re afraid of being the reason I get held back. You will never hold me back. As long as you let me come home after a long day and complain for a few minutes about some not so tragic things, that’s all I need. You don’t want me to leave you, you’re just trying to commit a self sacrifice because you think I’ll hate you one day. The only time I ever “hate” you is when you utter words that are so insane you don’t even know why you’re saying them. You have an open door. If there ever came a day you truly didn’t want to be with me anymore -and weren’t just trying to spare me- I’d let you leave. But here you are. Here I am. That’s the way it’s going to stay.
I’m here to help you.
You take such pride in being a man and making sure you can take care of me. I love you for that and please don’t ever change, but I’m allowed to help. The bills, the vacations, dinners, they don’t always have to be on you. I have a career, I have a little bit of savings. Letting me pay doesn’t make you any less of a man, it just makes us a team. We’ll buy a house together. We’ll have a family together. We will do it all, together.
I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. I wish you understood that I love you so much it hurts. Please, stop thinking you’re not enough. Stoping thinking we’re not going to make it. Take my hand, we can do this.
Don’t you ever say you’re not enough, because the way you love me shows that you’re everything I’ll ever need.
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