It took me thirty seven years, four months, and twenty six days to figure you out.
I thought I had it covered thirty years ago. Then, I thought I understood you more twenty years ago. Ten years ago, I thought for sure I knew the real you. Four years ago, I was thrown again. Two years ago, you once again derailed my expectations. Then today, oh today, you let me see the real, authentic you.
The true version that I had been shielding from myself for years. The version I always suspected was there, but somehow I always blinded myself from it.
Today, the scales have fallen from my eyes. I am no longer making excuses.
I have learned much about boundaries in the last few years. Never before have I thought I would have to implement them with you.
That was my mistake. My naive mistake.
It won’t happen again.
During the last four years of finding my voice, I have become stronger, wiser, and braver.
I am a force to be reckoned with, and I am no longer a doormat.
The last one standing. The last one to not have boundaries. I guess I should say congratulations. You tricked me.
But I can assure you, now,
Things will be different.