Paint me however you want. Label me. Judge me. Twist the story. But understand this: my heart is pure. My loyalty is rare. My intentions are real. I stand firm in who I am with or without validation. Because I know exactly what I bring to the table and I am not afraid to sit alone. I will not make myself small for anyone. EVER. I will not hold back. GOD is reducing my circle because he heard conversations I didn’t. Evil can pretend to be good and kind. But good and kind people cannot pretend to be evil. When you see evil behavior in someone, believe it. That is who they really are. And your behavior is a reflection of your soul. I’ve learned that loyalty is everything. And you don’t get to talk to me about loyalty when I am still here holding secrets for people who are throwing dirt on my name. If you are in my life, know that it’s a privilege, not a right.

Some women don’t get to live soft lives. They get handed chaos, grief, betrayal, and they have to learn how to bloom anyway. I have been in fight or flight mode for what feels like an eternity. So long that I have a tough time letting go and trusting. I walk alone in a world men think they control. A world that labels me emotional or hysterical. Crazy or stupid. It’s one thing to have a conversation amongst friends. It’s another when one of those friends have the ability to act on your words and alter lives. The matter has nothing to do with choosing sides and everything to do with the weight of your words.
I didn’t get to where I am today because it was easy. I got here because I didn’t give up.