I don’t know who needs to hear this today, but you deserve better. You deserve a partner who texts you back.
Maybe not immediately, maybe not every single time, but reliably and honestly and with care. You deserve someone who wants you to feel secure and heard, who answers your questions and asks you about your day and your mood and sends you memes they saw on Instagram. You deserve someone who wants to talk to you, no—someone who wants to talk with you, never just at you, no monologues or one-sided status updates, no director’s commentary on your life. You deserve conversation, flirtation, consideration. You deserve all of the fucks, my friend.
I promise you, you’re not being too demanding. You’ve shrunk your expectations, slowly eroding that part of yourself that knows this is bullshit, this is laziness, this is rude. You’ve quieted that voice protesting that they should be trying harder, that they’re not good enough for you, because the world wants you to think you’re not good enough. Please hear me when I say that you are good enough. I don’t care if you are terrified or awkward or depressed or herpes-positive or fat or emotionally scarred—you are a human trying your best. You deserve a partner who is trying their best. If you are worried you are too demanding, too needy, too desperate, you probably aren’t. When did it become wrong to have needs?
I’m not saying we should know everything and have everything of our partners, every little sliver of attention and privacy and time. You know that too, and that’s not what you’re asking for. There’s a wide gulf between controlling and asking. There are miles between wanting to own them and wanting to be loved and handled with care. Don’t they realize how lucky they are to be wanted by you? Don’t they realize what a gift you are?
Honey, you deserve a partner who cheerleads you. You deserve text messages on bad days about how talented you are. You deserve phone calls to ask if you need anything, if they should pick up Diet Coke on their way home. You deserve a champion, a date who talks up your talent and your kindness and your skills to strangers at parties when you’re nervous and you don’t know anyone. You deserve a hype man and a coach, a collaborator and a getaway driver. That shit’s real, I promise. You aren’t asking for the world.
If they make you feel small, if they make you question yourself, check your ambition, leave your feelings and your wants at the door, you deserve more. I don’t care what you’ve done in your life, what mistakes you’ve made or wrong turns you’ve taken—you deserve more. Fuck whoever told you to settle for less. Fuck whoever sold you a lie about compromise, about love being hard, about teaching them how to treat you right. Kindness isn’t something you should have to teach.
It’s not just a text message. It’s not just a plan canceled or a snide joke or a bad mood. If it were just that, you wouldn’t feel like this. You wouldn’t feel that ache spreading through your chest. You wouldn’t send screenshots to your friends asking for a second opinion. You wouldn’t be distracted at work or hiding in your bed, hovering over your phone like it’s a baby bird with a broken wing. You wouldn’t be afraid to tell them that you’re hurt, disappointed, alone, afraid.
You should never be afraid to say that you’re not happy. You should never feel guilty for your pain. This world has told you that you’re difficult. You are not difficult, sweetheart. You are worthy of so much more than this.
Believe me, you are. Better yet, believe that voice in your heart that already knows this. Listen to that voice that already knows the truth about this bullshit. Don’t let them convince you that you’re wrong anymore. You’ve always, always been right.
As my friend Tahlia once told me: We deserve nice things. We deserve nice people. Care is the bare minimum, not a lucky extra. You can tell them I said so, if you want. Blame Tahlia and I for giving you big ideas about this world and what you deserve. Tell them you’ve been corrupted to expect better than their piss-poor imitation of courtship. Tell them it’s over and then buy yourself an ice cream cone. Take your time with it even if it melts on your hands and makes your fingers sticky. Savor that pleasure because you are a human who deserves this refreshing sweetness, this indulgence. This is for you. The time you’ve spent denying yourself what you deserve is over.
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