The Crap-o-Meter

In a serious conversation with my friend last night, I realized something important and almost miraculous. My Crap-o-Meter is finally starting to work. It took me 8 years of relationships and dating to realize I don't have to put up with other people's crap, and frankly, I shouldn't have to. My first long-term relationship with my German ex-fiance (that's right, I was engaged) lasted 4 years. Lots of back and forth and on again off again behavior. My second serious relationship with a legally married man lasted 13 months (the divorce went through when we were together) - we also broke up once in the middle of the crap storm. My third serious relationship only lasted 8 months. And this last "relationship" I was in only lasted for about 3 months. For you visual learners, please see the chart below. It is adjusted for actual time spent dating, in months. The chart clearly highlights my growing inability to put up with crap. You should always demand the best, because that's what you deserve. If someone can't give you what you deserve, move on. As hard as it is to rip the Band-Aid off, you have to do it for your own sanity. People don't easily change, if they ever even do, so if you've laid down your expectations and are true to yourself and what you need, make sure you get it. If you don't, you're wasting your time chasing after something that might never happen. So wake up, be strong and don't settle for a bunch of crap!




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