who I am

I am a special brand.  I have a special style.  It is mine, and I earned it, through 31 years of trials and errors and successes and travels and laughter.

I will not change for you.  I will not change for any man.  I'm sorry if something about me isn't up to your specifications, especially if that something was exactly the same detail I presented on the day we met.

I'm sorry that I think you've been leading me on, dishonest, and selfish.  I appreciate your time, but I find your insincerity despicable.  For my part, I appeared to "like you more than you liked me" because I am present.  I find ways to channel love into what I'm doing and with whom I'm spending time.  I put my heart on my sleeve because I believe in love, even if it's just people crossing each other's paths briefly.

You gave me every sign that you were on the same page.  Every sign until two days ago.  And then a long list of complaints are presented that you never mentioned for weeks.

Well, sorry I'm not sorry.  This is who I fucking am.  I need a man who is strong enough to be my man, who sees my scars and understands what kind of STRENGTH they have built into me, and sees me as beautiful because of them.

I'm not sorry I like to be told that I'm beautiful.  I speak these languages of love:  words, touch, acts, quality time.  I don't give gifts, usually, because I'm mostly broke.

I think whatever you want in your life you should have in your life...but I think being wishy-washy and passive about something you don't want until you resent it so much you have to run away...well that's being a coward.

So, good luck to you.  I don't owe you a damn thing.