I’m not mad at him; I just know we can’t be together.
I know he wants forever, connection with me. I know he dreams; but he also knows his reality.
We could kiss forever, admire one another eternally. We could bring forth children that were clever, critical thinkers and free.
We could encourage the health of one another with the meals that we’ve cooked, making sure to never overlook the sweet pleasures in life. I could have been his wife.
He could have been my man, my helping hand, my lover’s rock. Too bad it didn’t happen though.
Too bad money became his captain, his guiding seas. Too bad he loved his money more than he loved me.
It’s too bad he lives in a country that suppresses his liberty, a place where his employer controls his matrimony. Beginning a marriage with an American is a felony… unless you start all over again.
And Again was something he couldn’t do. Couldn’t throw away 5 years of hard work just to be with his boo. Couldn’t stand not being a bread winning man, not even just for a few. He needed to take care of me, protect me, guide me, whatever he needed to do.
When a man needs help, it’s hard to come to, because he has to allow his woman to be strong, to take care of him too.
All easier said than done. I’ve come to a place where I know what I want. Or should I say, what I need, because I can’t stay with a man that won’t commit to me.
More than a pretty ring or a wedding invitation, I need someone that’s going to assist in the creation of a unit: 1 family, 1 home, 1 lifetime. I need him to bank on our time spent together. I need him to adore me even through stormy weather.
But I’m a traveling woman and a traveling woman must find doors to walk through, always seeking the next level, unless… he came along, or I was willing to stay. Either way, we had some serious decisions to make.
So he chose is money, his security and his 5 years of hard work. He chose to base our future on his potential income instead of basing it on my worth.
What’s a risk taken without a commitment to see it through? A bluff to give time, time to enjoy the woman who’s willing put in effort, effort to support you, with or without your ability to financially contribute. But you’re only in this as long as your money plans work out for you, because if they don’t, we’re over and this just wont continue.
And for that reason honey, I’m not mad at you. I just know that our time is up, and we can’t be together.