You know what they say.
Girls with daddy issues are hard to love, they’ve been damaged, and they’re broken.
They don’t know how to shake the constant fear that one day you will walk away. You’ll just leave. Just like their fathers did.
They always need boyfriends, need attention, need love, need comfort, need reassurance, need need need. I heard that so much that I began to think it was true.
You didn’t help me overcome those accusations, you embellished them.
You told me I nagged you, that I was weak, that I was never what you wanted.
You made me feel worthless, threatened me, punished me.
You stole my dreams away from me, blamed me for your own mistakes, even convinced me that my past was my present and that my future would not exist without you.
That’s when I woke up.
I didn’t need you. I didn’t need someone who blew their money on booze, drugs, and other women, but “couldn’t afford??? to go on a date.
I didn’t need someone who ignored my texts and phone calls all day because they were “busy.???
I didn’t need someone who screamed at me until I cried and then kept yelling and yelling.
So much yelling.
I didn’t need someone who broke things when they got angry, who blamed me for not trying hard enough.
I definitely didn’t need someone to tell me I wasn’t worth their time, effort, money, dates, car rides, phone calls, or love.
You don’t know what love is. Frankly, I didn’t either. But, now I do.
The first kind of love is a love of self. When a woman’s soul is set free, the spark of her true being is ignited into a luminous flame.
She is free to shine, free to smile.
Free to be whoever, whatever, and however she pleases. She is free of hate, free of darkness, free of harm, free of worthlessness, free of you.
The second kind of love is my favorite. Him.
When I met him, I knew. The way he looks at me makes me feel as if I am the only person in the room.
When he smiles at me, my heart beats faster.
Just the slightest touch of his hand can bring me to my knees. He is patient with me even on my worst days. He is always gentle.
He brings me more joy and happiness than I thought could even exist. He keeps me as his own, yet he lets my soul run wild.
He has given me a new life that is worth living.
So thank you.
Thank you for forcing me to believe in the idea that girls with daddy issues are hard to love.
That we are fragile and always in pieces left for people to pick up and sort out the puzzle.
So, thank you for pushing me to my breaking point.
I am no puzzle and I was overdue for a life makeover.
And to the man who showed me what true love really is, thank you as well. Thank you for giving me all of you.
Thank you for sharing your life, your thoughts, your time, your passions, your ambitions, and your heart with me.
Thank you for loving me even when I don’t deserve it. Thank you for pursuing me. Thank you for cherishing the time we spend together.
Thank you for giving me a purpose.
I finally realized who I really am. This is me.
I am free.