There was a time when I used to be permissive and tolerate the faults of my relationship; mainly because I'd never seen so much money come and go so easily, been with someone who could provide for me financially, mentally, sexually and still be able to take care of everything I needed - down to cleaning and furnishing our house together all by himself; or building a future with realistic goals. I used to convince myself it was permanent; he filled every empty void in my life with the time and energy I spent on him. It felt good getting caught up in the lifestyle broadcasted through the songs we all hear on the radio.
Nonetheless, after making irreversible mistakes, permanent consequences were left for me to deal with alone; I guess my mistakes reinforced the fact that nothing lasts forever - something I shouldn't have forgotten or hoped for otherwise.
However, these are all used to be's. I've never taken disrespect from a broke motherfucker but no man; no matter how much I think I love him, is ever going to be relevant to me again - at least not in the way I left myself open before. Afterall, I can get it all, all by my damn self. Always have, always will.
I am a product of my environment, but my soul belongs to Me.
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