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>Miss Understood. Again.

>A wise woman once told me, “Being too independent can cause loneliness.” And although what she said is absolutely true and these words still haunt me ’till this very day … I’ve always felt missunderstood. I’ve never felt that I was too good to be in love, and I’ve never pushed someone away just to make a point. So just to reiterate and clear up a common misconception about me, I’m recycling an excerpt from an old post I wrote entitled Miss Understood.

“Thanks to Ne-Yo and Webbie, Miss Independent’s are seen as women who can handle their own, like to front the bill, and don’t need help from men. They push Benz’s, have $10k+ credit card limits, and got a mortgage to pay. Unfortunately, that’s not me. Nice goal to work towards though. But in my case, I’m sinply – Miss Understood.

So let me break it down one last time:I am a hopeless romantic. I am utterly inspired by the thought of being being in love with someone ala Bella and Edward, I’m just sayin love urself too. I believe in catering to ur man because they deserve it. And treating him like a King because u are his Queen. I don’t want to wear the pants in the relationship. I want to be able to wear a mini-skirt without my man threatening to break up with me because of it.

SO DON’T GET IT TWISTED.

I may ask for alone time, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want u in my life. I may want to have girl days, but u’d be the only man I spend my nights with. I may deny ur help sometimes, but I am still more than grateful that u offered. I may not be afraid to speak my mind, but I won’t be afraid to tell you I love you either. And I may not need u in my life, but what matters is I want u to be.”

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