Plenty is said about the state of relationships these days. Women aren’t wives. Men can’t be faithful. Chivalry is dead. Lost somewhere in the mix is a class of women who love and appreciate the beauty of a man. Y’all don’t hear me though…
The beauty of a man.
It’s in a woman’s nature to love a man. We’re built for it. Our hearts, minds, and spirits, created it for it. Nurturer’s by nature, we are the ultimate “Captain Save a Hoes.” Love leads us to want better for a man than he wants for himself.
Potential is paralyzing. We often get lost in the hopes of who a man could be vs. who he actually is. Women rarely admit defeat. So, conceding to the fact that we put our time, love and energy into someone undeserving is less desirable than a bad bikini wax. We will ride that man until the wheels fall off; figuratively of course.
I know I’m not alone on this one. I can’t be. I’ve loved so deeply that I made his dream my own. I carried his baggage to lessen his burden and I viewed his drawbacks as opportunities. I honestly believed that if I loved him enough, he’d love himself enough to be who I knew he could be.
The question becomes, at what point does the benefit of the doubt become doubtful? At what point do you save yourself?
Some would say you have to love yourself enough to let go, I’d argue that you have to truly love yourself to love someone else to that extent. Maya Angelou states, “When someone shows you who they are…believe them.” Perhaps she’s on to something.
Vixens, what do you think? Is giving someone the benefit of the doubt actually beneficial or is it best to cut your losses and place your bets elsewhere?