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Jealous yet?
I used to know a guy. He was a friend. Nothing more, nothing less. He was friendly. He was kind. He had a silver tongue and could charm anyone. He could walk into a room and pick up any girl he wanted. He was the king of his own jungle. The leader of his own pack. He was alpha male and it showed.
But things got a little bit strange when he showed zero affection towards me. Even at a friend level. He didn’t reply to my messages, he didn’t help me with any of the problems i was facing, he slammed the door in my face and expected me to get back up and be okay ‘on my own’. In one of the hardest times of my life, he walked.
Thing is though, as soon as another guy came into the picture, things changed again. He wanted me back. He was protective, he didn’t want me going off with another guy because he was fearful that i’d actually be happy. That the ‘new guy’ could give me more than he ever could. His insecurities were so deep-rooted that instead of allowing me to be happy and accepting that he stuffed up, he kept me as his prisoner. Always at arms length but never right up close. Insidious really. To have your cake and eat it too. Darling, darling, darling, pick a side of the fence and get back to me. You’re either all mine or you’re not mine at all. You’re either my biggest supporter or you’re not a supporter at all. If you want me in your life, prove to me that you deserve a spot.
So when i leave and cut ties with you, don’t come after me. Don’t tell me what you could’ve done better. Don’t make my new man feel insecure because he’s everything you’re not.
That’s not how i play the game.
And neither should you.
