As for everyone else, this is what I have to say to you:
You don't know my past or my future. You have not seen what I have been through, the heart breaks I have encountered or been there when I have been stabbed in the back by girl friends.
You have not seen me go through past boyfriends cheating on me, lying to me, emotionally abusing me or manipulating me. You haven't been there when boyfriends have locked me inside of a house and not let me leave, grabbed my wrist or took my phone away so I could not call for help. You have not seen me cry because who I thought was my best friend, was in reality trashing me behind my back.
IF you knew the type of person that I am, you would know that I don't give up. Yes, I sometimes have trust issues but I think I have every right to be cautious because heart-ache sucks. After being through what I have been through, I think that God has shown me the light at the end of a storm. If my relationship was any of your business, you would know that I do put 150% into it. I do go out of my way to make others happy and I do have faith that everything will eventually work out in the end.
If I had a bad judge of character, I don't think my major would be Social Work. I genuinely want the best for everyone and if someone ever needs my help, I am there in a split second no matter what they have done to me.
I sometimes forgive people to easily but believe that everyone deserves a second chance. But not a third or a fourth.
Most of the time my side of the story is not heard because I sometimes stand up for others before I do myself. But don't take advantage of that and assume that I am a mean person, rude or selfish. I guess this will always cause me to be misunderstood because people tend to listen to what others say about someone instead of getting to know them first.
But to those that have been there, understand this post and know the real me, thanks. Thanks for knowing that I do have a big heart and deserve everything I have right now because I have been through hell and back to get it.
