“You deserve better.”
The ultimate masculine cop-out, quite apropo for someone with low self-esteem who isn’t sure what they want.
I have wrestled with this comment for weeks, wondering why it rankled me so. With my ex-husband, it was a compliment fishing expedition. A game I no longer play. This time, though, it came across as noncommittal as the rest of our brief relationship.
Yesterday my thoughts finally resolved. I don’t necessarily deserve better, because that implies my wants don’t factor into the equation. What I deserve? Is someone’s best.
Not perfection. Not catering to my needs at the expense of their own. Not treating me like a delicate work of art that will shatter at a glance. But a chance to be known and to know someone who wants to share and work towards that best self.