And that wasn't him. He lied to me about everything it was possible to lie about. He lied about the girl he said was his ex girlfriend. He lied about his own brother whom he said was the product of one of his parents' affair. He lied about his car. After leaving him I realised that almost everything that came out of his mouth was a dirty lie. But I'm not sad about it. I'm not torn or broken. I'm not missing him or reminiscing about the times we had. We dated for two months. ONLY two months. I didn't have enough feelings for him to give a damn to fight anymore for our relationship, if you can even call it that. To me, he wasn't a real man.
A real man trusts his woman so he doesn't control her. A real man can he honest with a woman. A real man doesn't cheat on his woman. A real man doesn't use women. A real man is confident but not cocky. A real man knows his worth, but doesn't rub it in everyone's face. A real man doesn't need 400 dollar sweaters and a real man doesn't have to have a big expensive car. A real man doesn't need money and glamour for people to respect him. A real man doesn't constantly remind his girlfriend how lucky she is to have him because other girls out there want him. A real man doesn't even think about other women who want him. A real man doesn't think a woman is lucky to be with him, but that he is lucky to have her.
I don't need the nice cars he drove me around in and I don't need the expensive bottles of champagne he'd buy when we went out. I don't need someone who takes me out to expensive dinners all the time and I don't need someone who buys me pretty things. I can find my way around, and I don't care about your swag that people notice when you're popping bottles. I can buy my own dinners and buy my own damn self pretty things. I just want a real man who respects me as a woman and treats me right.
So, no. I'm not sad about it. 3 weeks, logical friends and proper reasoning and guess what? I'm over him. If you know me, you would probably know that I always hate to regret anything I do in my life. But him? I regret. That's the one person I will always regret letting into my life. He can walk around with his fat wallets, nice cars, tons of weed and bottles of champagne, but none of that means that he was even up to any of my standards. None of that means that he was even close to deserving the type of girlfriend I was to him. But I'm grown. I can forgive him and wish him well. But that will never mean that I will respect him again. I will never call him a man, because that was never what he was to me.
This woman got it right.
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