…but it’s nice sometimes.
My boyfriend reacted with anger today at something someone said to me. I’ve rarely seen him angry, but this was one of the rare moments. Without thinking about it, he rose to my defence.
I didn’t mind.
It’s not that I can’t speak up for myself. It’s not like I can’t save myself. It’s not like I need a knight in shining armour.
I never have.
I’ve been through a lot of things on my own.
Mostly, it was because I was alone at the time.
Sometimes, it’s because people assumed I could cope on my own; people assumed I’d be alright. People assumed a lot of things, and I lived up to their assumptions. It made me a stronger person, eventually, so I don’t really care. It’s the way it is for a lot of people. You’re all you have. It is what it is.
But today, although I could and always can stand up for myself, it was nice to not have to.