An open letter to all girls…

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You loved him through every emotional part of the rollercoaster he bought into your life, to the point you lost yourself and no longer recognised who you was anymore.

They say, we accept the love we think we deserve – well you must have lost your self respect because you deserve more then he ever gave you, which probably was not much.

If you kept going back, to him it meant his actions were acceptable. Which I guess is why he always kept you at arms length, pulling you back in when it suited. I suppose that was his way of making him feel better, but guess what?  You cannot go around treating people like shit and expect people to still love you. You probably don’t even wish to hate him, but you cant pretend that his actions are justifiable anymore.

He made you think you was not good enough for him, but he is not good enough for you.

You wanted it to work so bad, that he became your life. Resulting in you becoming a shadow of yourself. Trying to make him happy came at the risk of your own  happiness.

For a long time, even until now you have  felt as if you owed him something, your friendship, or your time. But the only person you owed and owe anything to is yourself. You owe yourself the attention you gave to him for so long.

A lot of people always thank there ex’s, but you will not thank him for treating you the way he did. Instead you will thank yourself – for being brave enough to walk away, for giving yourself a second chance, for not giving up on yourself, for standing up and taking control again. If it wasn’t for YOU, you would not be where you are and where you will be, being the happy independent woman you have become and are becoming, the woman that he will not have the pleasure of knowing. As a woman it is empowering to stand alone. You will challenge yourself and become a better person.

When you start looking forward and stop letting his memory dictate your happiness, You will be smiling brighter, laughing louder, breathing easier and keeping it simple. He is one short chapter of your book and not your story.

You may always hold a spot for him in your heart, but that spot will no longer take over your life.

When looking back no longer interests you, you will know your doing something right. He may once have broke your heart but he did not and will not break your love – or you.

 

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Hello lovely's thanks for stumbling by. If you are a returning reader, thanks for your continuous loving. If you are new here, welcome to the show (and again, thanks for the love) So you are probably on this page to find out the nitty & gritty of me eh? As much as I would love to brag that I am this really cool chick who occasionally fire breathes on the weekends for fun, that would be an awful not even funny lie.  Gosh, introductions- they are kinda awkward huh? No pressure.  My name is Leanne Lilly (more often than not, known and addressed as 'Lil') I am a 25 year old woman on a mission to sprinkle positivity, empowerment, fun and realness onto my fellow human beings.  I have a passion for writing and a love of over sharing with my straight up sally attitude, I embrace my voice & have no fear of sharing it. I guess I have just always had a thing for giving my opinion & expressing my advice. I am an over sensitive, big-hearted, cry baby who is majorly compassionate, understanding and giving, but who also has daily breakdowns, mood swings, & take's no shit. But I will always speak my truth. I suppose there is many aspects to this personality.  With that said it will be no suprise that this is a Mish-Mash Life Style Blog. A Blog that is home to everything and everything. You wouldn't find me in a specific genre, because I do not think you could tie my life down (let alone my personality) to one genre. This is just a Diary if you like of a truth-speaking, real talking girl. It follows my life, my feelings, my funny side (yes, I find myself funny) and all the shit that goes down in-between. And you will probably find a bit of TMI. Often. Sorry in advance.  Disclaimer: I am NOT a grammar goddess, so don't get all grammar police on my ass. (Pretty please) P.s... When I was 7 Year's old, I asked my mum what she thought I would be when I was older "A writer or something to do with writing" - I was FUMING. I wanted to be a pop star. Years on, here I am passionately writing away & loving it. Moral of the story: Mum's are always right. 

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