It’s Time to Kill Your Nice Girl

I was your typical nice girl, your people pleaser, your bend over backwards for assholes who only offer you the bare minimum girl.

The one who never had boundaries, and never even knew I was allowed to have boundaries. Until I realized that because I had no standards of how I deserved to be treated that I was allowing people to treat me like shit and then asking them back for more.

The day my divorce papers were signed I made a promise to myself that I would never allow anybody to walk all over me again. I made the decision to kill my inner nice girl once and for all.

Disrespecting and not honoring your needs in a relationship doesn’t happen all at once, or at least it didn't for me.

It happens slowly, like a leak that occurs in a home. It’s so tiny at first that it’s almost unnoticeable. A little drop of water on your face now and then or a damp carpet underneath your feet, and it can go on like that for months or years.

Until one day you’re laying in bed and the roof caves in.