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 everyday, 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 show blatant disrespect towards me because I honor and respect myself 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.
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’.
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