She stood by him when he had nothing. Held him together when his own hands were too shaky to do it himself. Gave him love he didn’t even know how to receive properly.
And now? He calls her “too emotional.” Too much. Too loyal. Too available.
As if loving him fully was some sort of character flaw she should’ve outgrown.
This is the fucked-up part: women are still raised to believe that loyalty is their crown.
That if they just love harder, stay longer, prove themselves over and over – he’ll see them. Choose them. Fight for them.
But too often, loyalty doesn’t end in forever. It ends in silence. In texts that go unanswered. In a man suddenly “needing space” after you gave him years.
We don’t talk enough about how loyalty slowly turns into invisibility.
How being “ride or die” becomes a curse when you’re the only one riding, and he’s already emotionally flatlined.
It used to mean something.
Back when effort wasn’t seen as desperation. Back when love wasn’t a performance, and attention wasn’t currency.
