The Stepping Stone Girl

The Stepping Stone Girl… that’s what I’ve been since I got divorced. Even some of my best relationships have ended up this way. I’ve dated men who needed something from me. Never just me but what I could give them. From getting them over an ex, getting them into rehab, showing them someone can care about them, just being a therapist and listening when they had no one else, being a driver and support to court and AA meetings, to being the girl they can take home to mom and marry one day but it never gets there. No one wants to be The Stepping Stone Girl and that’s never the intent of the girl.

People hide their intentions very well. Always an agenda. But no more for this girl. I’ve taken time off to focus on myself and my girls and my work. I will never again allow myself to be a Stepping Stone Girl. I am at a point in my life where I am happy with myself and not being in a relationship. I have a lot to offer someone. I don’t nees anything from anyone and when I get into my next relationship it will be because I want that person and not what they can give me or do for me. And vice versus.

Women tend to allow men to treat them less than they should because we think that one day, one day they will realize what they have in front of them and appreciate us and give back that respect and appreciation. We are nurturing by nature. It is something that should be embraced and not taken for granted.

one big thing you should never tell your Stepping Stone Girl after the relationship ends is that she is an amazing person and any guy would be lucky to have her. Really? Fucking really? You had me and let me go so I don’t want to hear the shit that comes out of your mouth about me now.

One thing everyone should know about a Stepping Stone Girl is that they can only take so much. There is a breaking point, and you don’t want to be around when that happens…

This girl will be someone’s Woman. Someone’s one and only. Someone’s world. I will be with someone who adores me as much as I adore them…

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