I’m Not Your Backup Plan

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I slammed the door in his face, my heart pounding with a mixture of rage and hurt. How dare he?

How fucking dare he think he can waltz back into my life after ghosting me for three months?

And now he has the audacity to tell me his ex didn’t work out, so he thought he’d “give us another shot.” As if I’m some consolation prize he can claim when his first choice falls through.

Well, newsflash, asshole: I’m not your backup plan. I’m not your safety net, your Plan B, or your “in case of emergency, break glass” option.

I’m a goddamn queen, and I deserve to be someone’s first and only choice.

Do you hear me, world? I’m done being the runner-up in my own life story.

For too long, I’ve allowed myself to be pushed to the sidelines, waiting in the wings while others took center stage. Not anymore.

I’ve spent years dimming my light to make others feel more comfortable. I’ve swallowed my words, my dreams, my ambitions, all to fit into someone else’s narrow vision of who I should be.

But you know what? I’m done shrinking myself to fit into spaces that were never meant for me in the first place.

I’m done being the “cool girl” who’s always available, always understanding, always willing to take whatever scraps of attention and affection are thrown my way.

I’m done being the placeholder until something “better” comes along.

Because here’s the truth: I am the “better.” I am the prize. I am the fucking jackpot.

And if you can’t see that, if you can’t recognize my worth from the get-go, then you don’t deserve me when I’m shining my brightest.

I refuse to be someone’s afterthought, their backup plan, their “well, I guess she’ll do” option.

I deserve to be chosen. Deliberately. Enthusiastically. Unequivocally.

I deserve someone who looks at me and thinks, “Holy shit, I hit the lottery.” Not someone who settles for me because their first choice didn’t pan out.

I’m not a consolation prize. I’m not a silver medal. I’m not a “better than nothing” option.

I’m a goddamn gold medal, a championship trophy, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

And if you can’t see that, if you can’t appreciate the incredible, multifaceted, brilliant woman standing in front of you, then step aside.

Because I’d rather be single for the rest of my life than settle for being someone’s second best.

I’d rather spend my days cultivating my own happiness, pursuing my passions, and loving myself fiercely than waste a single moment trying to prove my worth to someone who doesn’t see it.

My worth isn’t determined by whether or not I’m in a relationship. It’s not measured by how many people want me or how often my phone rings on a Friday night.

My worth is intrinsic. It’s in my bones, my blood, my very DNA.

I am valuable simply because I exist. I am worthy simply because I am.

And anyone who doesn’t recognize that from the start doesn’t deserve the privilege of being in my life.

So here’s my declaration to the universe: I am not a backup plan. I am not an option. I am not a maybe.

I am a hell yes. I am a priority. I am the main event.

And I will wait for someone who sees me that way from day one. Someone who chooses me first, always, without hesitation.

Because that’s what I deserve. That’s what we all deserve.

We deserve to be with someone who makes us feel like we’ve won the lottery every single day. Someone who looks at us like we hang the moon and stars.

Someone who never makes us question our place in their life or our importance to them.

And until I find that, I’m perfectly content being my own damn lottery win. My own moon and stars. My own priority.

Because at the end of the day, the most important relationship I’ll ever have is the one with myself.

And I choose me. First. Always. Without hesitation.

So to all the men out there who think they can keep me on the back burner, who think they can come crawling back when their other options fall through: Don’t bother.

I’m not interested in being your safety school, your fallback girl, your “well, I guess she’ll do” choice.

I’m the ivy league of women, the creme de la creme, the top-shelf whiskey of the dating world.

And I’ll wait for someone who recognizes that from the start. Someone who chooses me first, who puts me first, who makes it clear that I’m their priority.

Because I’m done being an option. I’m done being a maybe. I’m done being a backup plan.

I’m the main event, baby. And it’s about time I started treating myself that way.

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