I have an issue with throwing things out, especially clothes. When I go through my (extremely messy) closet and find something I haven’t worn in years, the logical solution would be to donate it or give it away to a friend. And yet, I always think I can transform it into some brand-new, one-of-a kind piece of clothing that looks like I bought it at some boutique. It honestly baffles me that people spend hundreds of dollars on a pair of shorts just because they have some cute design on them.
I can give myself those things. I make my own money, and do my own thing, and he respects that. He knows without a doubt, I would be ok without him. What he gives me that no one else can is himself, raw and unfiltered. That's all I ever want or expect from those in my life. I am a woman, not a little girl playing house. I'm earned, not bought, I do my own upkeep, but I am not kept.