There’s a truth I’ve had to learn the long way round:
Sometimes you have to experience the wrong people to finally understand your worth.
Not in a cliché way and not in a “everything happens for a reason” way, but in a very real, very lived way, where each connection leaves a mark, teaches you something, and slowly pulls you back to yourself.
I’ve loved different kinds of men.
Last year I met the one who felt electric at the start, passionate, intense, everything turned up to 100. The sex was something else, I mean girls, there is good and then there is WILD! Insane until it wasn’t. Until the warmth turned into walking on eggshells. The subtle put-downs. The control disguised as care. The disappearing acts followed by apologies that reset everything… until the cycle began again and I lost myself in that, not just emotionally, but physically too. So swept up in the sex, attention, gifts and love-bombing, I suddenly realised after watch him down pink cocaine for two weeks, that this was not the kind of man who should be in mine or my Childs life.
Then came along a good man, Kind-hearted, Safe, I thought. Someone I let myself open up to in a way I hadn’t in a good few years. We built something slowly, calls, messages, shared moments across distance, it felt so familiar… And then… he shut down.
No warning. No gradual fade. Just a switch.
One minute, he was planning a weekend with me, so excited I was in his country. The next, it was “this feels like pressure, I should respect my boundary, I can’t do long distance”, That kind of emotional whiplash does something to you. It doesn’t just hurt, it changes how you see people. How you trust. How you show up. I’m so glad I didn’t have sex with him, because in all honesty seeing his insecurities at play with avoidance, makes me feel there would have been disappointment. I think it felt familiar, because it threw me back into the summer of 2023, another situation, the calls, messages, consistency, deep intimacy on all levels except sex.
and somewhere underneath all of that, there’s been another truth sitting quietly in my life:
There is someone I love… who didn’t choose me, and it was after the experience with my Californian guy, I realised, it simply reminded me of that! The heartbreak of 2023, where I wasn’t chosen, but had fallen anyway..
For a long time, I told myself it was limerence, Infatuation. Something I’d grow out of, however time has a way of clarifying things, not erasing them and the truth is some feelings don’t fade just because they’re inconvenient, they simply get avoided.
But here’s what I’ve realised:
Someone not choosing you doesn’t make them “the one.” It makes them unavailable.
The Pattern I Couldn’t Ignore
There’s something else I started to notice.
Men would leave… choose someone else… build lives with other women.
Then years later, they’d come back, Telling me I was always the one, That they see me now, That they made the wrong choice. It happened last summer. I had a call, with an ex asking to meet me, I was seeing the narcissist at the time, and I declined, but he pushed and pushed, so I agreed ten mins in a public place only. I showed up, and was met with, basically I was the one perfect for them, I was the one they loved, I was the one aligned, I was so shocked, but its not the first time this has happened.
But by then, it’s too late, Because love isn’t just about recognition, It’s about timing. It’s about courage. It’s about choosing.
And I deserve to be chosen in real time, not in hindsight.
I appreciate if things don’t work out with someone else they chose, and then try and rekindle, but I will never be the other woman, whilst you keep someone there incase I say NO, and I did say NO!
The Misunderstanding of Who I Am
I think part of my story is this:
People think they know me when they first meet me, I get judged all the time. They see confidence, Strength, Independence.
They assume I’m “a lot.”, That I’ll be hard to handle. People see the Kerry now before them, not the Kerry I was for all of my life, they see the girl with the lips, the tan, the hair, taking images and posing, and they see me in a certain way, because that’s what their ind interprets.
But the truth?
In a relationship, I’m soft, I’m calm, I’m loyal, I’m simple in what I want.
A quiet life.
A genuine connection.
A partner to build with, not perform for.
And it’s only later, when they’ve already chosen someone else, that they realise actually she’s the opposite to who she comes across as, But I’m not waiting around to be understood after the fact anymore. Judgement is on them, Darlings, not me!
What I See Clearly Now
I see the half-effort.
The “let’s plan something” followed by inconsistency.
The words that don’t match actions.
The low-level energy that expects access to me.
And I’m done with it, yep over it! You will remain in the archived, because quite frankly, I cannot be arsed seeing your face!
Because here’s the truth:
There is no attraction without consistency.
There is no connection without effort.
And there is no future where I am not fully chosen.
What I Actually Want
It’s not complicated.
I want someone grounded, Calm, Emotionally available.
Someone who values routine, health, stability. Someone who has kids already, maybe similar age to my child, so we can just enjoy watching the kids grow, rather than the stress and worry of having another! I love my life now to start all over again with a new baby. Someone who wants to build a life, not escape into one.
A home.
A partnership.
A quiet, real kind of love, that will last
Not the loud, chaotic kind that burns fast and leaves damage behind.
Just… a good man…
Here’s Where Everything Changed
At some point over the last 8-9 months, something shifted in me. In that time, I dated a narcissist, was sexually assaulted by someone I went on a date with, and then I met the ultimate avoidant. This was all meant to happen, and I don’t say that to minimise it, I say it not through bitterness or coldness, but
Clarity.
I realised I’ve spent so much time pouring into other people, trying to understand them, support them, love them, hold space for them…And not enough time choosing myself. Too much time not filling up my own cup.
So now?
I’m not chasing.
I’m not convincing.
I’m not waiting to be picked.
You either show me, consistently, clearly, and show that you choose me…
or you don’t get access to me at all...
There is no in-between anymore my body, my mind, my heart. No, you are not welcome!
It’s taken 42 years to reach this point, and I realise, I’m worth something, and it’s a deep routed find, and wow, my eyes are open.
For Any Woman Reading This
If you’ve ever felt like the one they come back to… but never the one they choose first…
If you’ve ever been “almost” loved properly…
If you’ve ever questioned your worth because someone couldn’t meet you where you are…
This is your reminder:
You are not too much.
You are not misunderstood.
You are not “almost.”
You are just no longer available for half-hearted love, and please hold your value high, hold it for someone who offers consistency, but offers to show up to! Not just a lunchtime meet in costa! Because the coffee dates are devaluing romance!!
However the true message stands, the moment you truly choose yourself, set your boundaries and recognise your value matters, is the moment the shift will happen!