I guess every day it’ll become more real. Every tie I cut will make me stronger (how? Tell me how when it hurts like a motherfucker?).
We were meant to be it.
This was meant to be it.
Does he know? Does he know how I’m hurting so much I just want it to stop? Did you approve this? Does he think of anyone but himself? Does he truly believe this is for OUR good? Does he really think I’ll ever let him back in to rip me apart again?
The easiest thing would be to give in, brush it over, go back to what we were. But we’ll just end up here in a week. This band-aid hurts because it’s being ripped off too slowly.
It hurts. It hurts it hurts it hurts and it wasn’t supposed to hurt so much anymore. Not after the first time, or the second, or the i-lost-count time.
Search “what to you do when your boyfriend needs space” and every article Google comes up with will have a variation of the “give him space!” idea.
Not a single one suggests that “you know what? If he’s willing to hurt you this much he probably doesn’t deserve you”. What happened to feminism?
Instead, they suggest you follow a three-step plan of loving yourself, thinking good thoughts about your man and writing him a fucking letter. Really? So essentially whatever your sorry excuse of a boyfriend wants, he gets?
He needs space? Well, give it to him with absolutely no guilt tripping, or emotional comeback. Think loving thoughts of him! Send him a love letter! Hell, why not get your fucking bush waxed into a love heart so that when/if he finally wants you back, you’ll be ready with bells on!
Each one of these nauseating articles preach self-love, and self-discovery for the girlfriend being left — sorry, being asked to give space. Things like bubble baths and meditation rank up there with building a network of supportive friends. Obviously I’m not condemning those things; I love bath and friends. But where is the message of self-respect?
Here’s a novel thing to do when your boyfriend asks for space: Grow a backbone and leave him.