I am giving up on you.  Every time I think of you I feel this overwhelming rush of disappointment.  I wonder (sometimes) why I ever bothered.  It’s not like you felt my love anyway.  I tried so hard to love you.  I cooked special dinners (which you criticized) I came to visit (which you took for granted) I doted on you and tried so hard to please you… but I give up… You never wanted to know me.  You never liked anything that had to do with me.  I feel like every time my heart was brought out for you to see it was criticized, judged, not good enough, too emotional, too much of a bleeding heart, not loving enough, not affectionate enough… too depressed, too dark… too sad… too silly…  I am tired of it all.  I give up…

 

I am enough.  I am enough for me.  I am good enough, smart enough, kind enough, loving enough… I am enough. I can do this.