This is an equal partnership.
Imagine if every time you decided to enter a romantic relationship exclusively, your partner handed you a giant rock.
“Here,” they’d say. “If you want to be with me, I’m going to need you to carry this rock for me.”
In a relationship, you split the balance of the weight that you carry.
I love you, and I want to support you, and build you up from time to time when you’re down.
But you need to do the work on yourself, by yourself.
I’ll be your cheerleader, but I won’t be the one building the foundation of your sense of self.
I shouldn’t be.
When you tear yourself down, you’re questioning my taste.
Every time your low self-esteem gets the better of you, you’re telling me to leave you.
I know you don’t see it that way, but when you say “I’m ugly” or “I’m so dumb” or “I don’t know why you’re with me” you’re saying “you can do better.”
That’s hurtful. It’s mean. It’s not your place.
You might be suffering, but I’ve decided to be with you for reasons all my own, reasons that have nothing to do with your low self-esteem.
I choose who I love.
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