I do not apologize for being the woman that I am. I
worked hard to be where I am and who I am. I worked hard at being the kind of
person that people I love can be proud of, rely on, and count on.
I am not perfect but every day, I try to be better
than the me yesterday.
That is why I expect a lot from a man because I
give a lot too.
I don’t tolerate mistakes that showed blatant
disrespect towards me because I honor and respect way too much for that.
I go out of my way to make sure my man feels he is
my priority and my love. I don’t believe or subscribe to the belief that
relationships should come naturally and easy… that the right relationship
should be effortless.
In fact, I believe in the opposite. I believe that
a relationship is work that has to be done every minute of the day. It is the
most demanding job in the world and you can only do it when you have love to
fuel you.
Love fuels me to make a relationship work but fuel
is not all that I need to keep on going. I need energy, patience, and courage
to push through despite all the hardships, and there are always hardships.
That is why the glare of having a relationship with
me unrelenting and unyielding.
I know what I give, love, understanding, trust,
respect, support, honesty, patience, and everything else in between but I
cannot have a man that falls into any false security that he doesn’t have to
give back the same or grow with me, that somehow he can rely on what we had in
the past or the “bonds” that keep us together now.
I know that other women don’t mind not receiving
gifts, not getting surprises, not getting regular dates, not having long
conversations, not being able to go and have a vacation, not getting supported
in their endeavours.
It matters to me. My man’s presence in big and
small events in my life matters. I want to be the first call when something
tragic or something great happens in his life. I want my man to want me to be
the person who is standing right next to him when all his dreams come true. I
want my man to think of little small ways to make me smile each day.
It matters to me the way it matters with few other
women.
I know the woman that I am and everything’s
different with me. I am the kind of woman that gives greatly and expects to
receive greatly.
I will want more out of a man and he needs to be
willing to try and give it.
Perhaps, it’s a blessing and curse for having a
relationship with a woman whose standards of herself are so staggering, where
privileges come with conditions.
When I commit to someone and when I say I am
willing to stay and make it work, it isn’t so much of a request, as it is a
demand.
For all the romanticized expectations and visions,
the giddiness and the promised devotion in the beginning of the relationship,
the one sentence that matter the most is one that says, ‘Let’s make this WORK’.
