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A Bad Relationship: Flip the Narrative

I asked you if I was smart enough.

I asked you if I was pretty enough.

I asked you if I was funny enough.

I asked you if I was serious enough.

I asked you if I was quiet enough.

I asked you if I was loud enough.

I asked you if I was enough.

I asked if my hair was right, my clothes, and the music I listen to.

I asked if you liked my friends and my family.

I asked if you liked my laugh and my sense of humor.

I asked if I did this right and I asked if I did that right.

For years, you never answered me and I took your silence as reproach.

I told you I could do better next time if I just knew what better meant to you.

Then, one day, I stopped asking you these questions and I started asking them of myself.

I was surprised to learn my answer was yes.

Then, I decided to flip the narrative.

I asked myself if you were smart enough.

I asked myself if you were pretty enough.

I asked myself if you were funny enough.

I asked myself if you were serious enough.

I asked myself if you were quiet enough.

I asked myself if you were loud enough.

I asked myself if you were enough

for me.

Then, I realized I didn't care if you liked my clothes, or my friends, or the music I listen to.

I didn't care if you liked my friends or family.

I didn't care if you liked my laugh or sense of humor

because I do.

I stopped listening to your silence. It does not own me. It does not control me.

It didn't matter if I did this right or that right because I am doing the best I can do.

I told you there would not be a next time with me

for you.

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