No More Half-Assed Effort

So, I’m back.

After seven months of what can only be described as a full-blown life overhaul, it’s safe to say I’m not the same person who last posted here. 

Let’s just say the old me packed her bags, took a one-way trip to Self-Respectville, and decided she’s done being anyone’s doormat—friend or otherwise.

Remember that guy I talked about last time? The one who had me all twisted up in my feelings? Well, plot twist—we hooked up (just to make it clear, he was single when we hooked up). And yeah, I really liked him. But here’s the kicker—I was just his placeholder, the one he kept around until something better came along. Classic, right?

So, what did I do? I packed up my heartbreak, left the damn country for four months, and hit the reset button on my life. And let me tell you, those four months were eye-opening. I didn’t just sulk around. Hell no! I partied, I hiked, I meditated, and I made a bunch of girlfriends who showed me I wasn’t crazy for feeling how I felt. Back home, where I’m surrounded by guy friends (something I’m not exactly thrilled about), I’d started to think the way he treated me—hiding me, brushing me off—was normal. But these amazing women? They made it crystal clear that it’s not normal at all.

Spoiler alert: He was just immature, and I’m too damn good for that nonsense.

When I got back, we tried to be friends. Hah, what a joke. That didn’t last long. I finally told him all his truths, every single one, and cut him off for good. Dramatic? Maybe. But necessary? Absolutely. 

Cue the dramatic music.

Here’s the thing—I used to let people treat me like I was their personal convenience, like I existed just to make them happy. But those days are over. Now, I value myself, and I’m not bending over backward to please anyone who doesn’t see my worth. Whether it’s in a relationship or a friendship, if you’re not treating me like the damn princess I am, you’re out.

So yeah, the new me? She’s spoiled, she’s unapologetic, and she’s not here for anyone’s half-assed effort. I’m not asking for much—just the bare minimum of respect and appreciation, which apparently is too much for some people. But I’ve got no problem walking away now. Whether that makes me seem dramatic or not, that’s just who I am.

And I’m loving every second of it.