YOU'RE NOT ATTRACTED TO HIM YOU'RE ATTRACTED TO THE ANXIETY

Women who love bad boys don't value themselves. Don't come at me. It is what it is. I'm not talking about confidence. I'm talking about actual self worth. Because if you genuinely believed you deserved consistency, you deserved someone who respects you, someone who cherishes you, chooses you. You wouldn't confuse inconsistency with chemistry. Think about it. The guy who replies once every three weeks, cancels plans, or only calls you at 3 in the morning, leaves you constantly wondering where you stand, somehow becomes the most exciting person in the world. Because every time he throws you the tiniest crumb of attention, your brain treats it like you've just won the freaking lottery. You convince yourself that he's special, but he's not. He's just unavailable. And then a genuinely good guy comes along and he says he'll call. And he calls. He says he'll take you out. And he does. He communicates, he makes you feel secure. He's emotionally available. And suddenly, that guy just doesn't give you butterflies. He isn't boring. He's just acting like a grown man who actually likes you. And the problem is, you've confused anxiety with attraction. You've confused unpredictability with passion. And you've confused emotional unavailability with chemistry. And when that's not what you're used to, peace feels boring. Trust me, stability feels boring. Respect feels boring. Because your nervous system has been trained to mistaken chaos for love. Trust me, I've been there. I'm not proud of it, but I would cause so much drama and tension in my relationship just to get some. Like, some. Ugh. Because of my own insecurities. I'm so. I'm not proud of it. It was a terrible time. But I get it, girls. But heal. Heal. You need to heal. Don't let yourself do this to yourself. The last thing I'm gonna leave you with is that I truly believe that women who truly value themselves don't waste years trying to convince a man to choose them. Because when you know your worth, consistency isn't boring. It's attractive. Oh, how attractive my husband is. Mmm. Ha ha.