“Overcomplicate everything.”
The latest headline from my dating failures. His famous last words.
I have news for all of you men out there, I KNOW I over-complicate everything. I live with the consequences of my over-complicating every damn day of my life. I am WELL aware that I over-complicate.
It is not a sign of trust issues and over-complicating to not want you all up on me during the first date, or the second date. And if I am flinching when you get in my space: learn how to read body language, buddy.
I am 38. I am a single mom. I was homeschooled for 99% of my gradeschool life.
Yes. I over-complicate.
I don’t want to get my heart ripped out again. I don’t want to connect to someone if they aren’t equipped for my complications.
I don’t want to fight a war with myself and my baggage to look up and see that no one is around, because I was ‘too much’.
I am tired of having to work so hard on my ‘too much’ only to find out; I was never enough to begin with.
