I am a lot of things.
I am a daughter. A daughter who adored her father. The father that danced and sang with her, taught her that music was life. A daughter who respects her mom. The mother who spent all her time working so she could make ends meet and provide for her six children. I am the daughter who loves.
I am a sister. I am a sister to two older sisters and a younger brother. I am a sister to a hanai sister and brother. I am a sister who will fight for and with her siblings. I am a sister who will drop everything to help her siblings. I am a sister who still laughs at the memories and enjoys making new ones with her siblings. I am the sister who loves.
I am an aunty. I am the proudest aunty of three boys (soon to be four) and three girls. I am the aunty who laughs and plays but teaches. I am the aunty who cooks with and for. I am the aunty who will take a road trip for an adventure. I am the aunty who loves.
I am a wife. I am the wife who cherishes and adores her man. I am the wife who loves to bake his favorite treat and buy him the cutest clothes. I am the wife who likes to get dolled up to surprise him on a date night. I am the wife who loves to snuggle and give and receives kisses in the morning. I am the wife who loves.
I am a mother. I am a mother who will do anything and everything for her son. I am a mother who will sacrifice her sleep and self to ensure that her son is healthy and happy. I am a mother who will spend less on herself to spend more on her son. I am a mother who loves to read, sing, dance and laugh with her son. I am a mother who loves.
But, I am not many things.
I am not…
A whore that is lying to be who she is to sleep with her partner.
A gold digger that says she’s polyamorous just to find deep pockets.
A cheat because I am in love with two people.
A fake looking to break her partners’ heart.
I am not…
A struggling writer looking to ride the coattails of someone else’s success.
A depressed girl who sufficates the good out of people.
A greedy entrepreneur whose only good thought was not to think.
A selfish person who wants to only steal my girl from her family.
I am a lot of things but I am not any of those. I, I am a lover.
I’ve been called many things, but for some reason these seem to hurt the most.
I’ll reread this over and over because I promise you I’m not pushing you away. I’m not pushing you back to a place where they don’t accept every beautiful thing that you are. Everything hurts in my heart, not because of what was said, but because your heart hurts the most.
Tonight I found out the reason why my partner and her sister stopped talking. I finally understood why she asked that I fight for us, for her because she fought for us, for me.
Tonight, I fight for us. xoxo