It’s a bad sign when I seek out alternatives. Not even for the sake of interest, but purely to divert my attention. My incredible loyalty faulters, and I divest my commitment. I see the grass that is greener. I find more comfort, less anxiety, more security. Then I see the flaws. I spot the inequities. I notice the lack of attention. I get bothered by not being reciprocated. I struggle with being treated as an option, and not a priority. Because I should never be an option. Being an option makes me look for my own options, which doesn’t sit right. My needs shouldn’t be dismissed. I shouldn’t feel like I am silenced. Or be afraid that the truth will push them away. Because after everything I’ve been through, I need to learn that I should never be treated less than the committed, caring goddess that I am. I am more than enough.