Hating Your Own Power

I always dreamed being a powerful person would solve my problems. With power, I’d be able to do anything and everything.

That isn’t the case.

I think a lot of women are feeling as though the more power they obtain or acknowledge, the more alone they are.

But what about all those stories - mostly romance - where we see the man riding powerfully into a woman’s life and sweeping them away with promises of a great life? Isn’t that what we want?

I don’t think so. I think the romance market has been missing the mark for a while now.

Now, stop. Look, yes. There is the romance novel out there that gets it right. It happens. And it’s happening a lot more, but I think it’s because of a demand.

A demand for partnership.

We don’t want to be the person who is responsible for everything, who has to think about everything, make every decision, figure everything out, plan everything out. We want someone we can partner with.

But what happens if you only attract those who want to do the barest of bare minimums and they’re okay with you doing all the invisible work while they… vacuum occasionally - but for praise - or take out the garbage occasionally - again for praise. Or maybe they do the chores. They do the laundry and the cooking and the garbage without needing praise, but they get ugly when compensation isn’t made?

Do you reject your power? Do you relent and become that person again? Do you shelter and protect them from decisions and choices and responsibilities? Do you accept your place again?

Or do you leave? Do you protect your peace?

What would you do?