A girlfriend of mine recently said something that gave me pause. That perhaps I hadn’t yet found a man worthy of me.
Worthy of me?
What a concept! It seems so basic. Yet I realized as soon as she said it that I’ve actually had it backwards all my life.
I’ve been trying to prove to men that I am worthy of them.
I’ve worked so hard to show them that I’m good, kind, smart, and capable.
And even more, that I’m not too needy, too emotional, or lord help me, too dependent! For fear they would run in the opposite direction.
Ugh. Seriously?! Wtf is up with that?