Sis, let me say something that might change how you see everything happening between you and this man. You’re not confused because the situation is confusing. You’re confused because he’s designed it that way. He tells you he cares but acts like you’re optional. He makes future plans but won’t define what you are. He’s
Sis, you’ve noticed something, and it’s been driving you crazy. When you’re fully invested — giving him everything, showing up consistently, making him a priority, pouring love into the relationship with both hands — he coasts. He’s comfortable. Minimal effort. Just enough presence to technically be “there” without actually being present in any way that
Sis, this is the one that nobody warns you about. You prepared for the hard times. You expected that relationships would have rough patches — arguments, miscommunications, seasons where things feel off. You were ready for that. You knew how to show up during difficulty. You knew how to fight for something worth fighting for.
Sis, let me name the thing that’s been making you feel like you’re losing your mind. Monday he’s the man you fell in love with. Attentive. Affectionate. Present. Texting you throughout the day. Making you laugh. Looking at you like you’re the only woman alive. And for those hours — maybe a day, maybe two
Sis, this is the one that makes you feel like you’re going crazy. Because you could understand him pulling away after a fight. That would make sense. Conflict creates tension. Tension creates distance. If he withdrew after an argument, you’d at least have a reason to point to. Something to explain the cold. A logical
Sis, how many times have you said “you’re the only one” and watched it mean nothing? You’ve reassured him. Over and over. You’ve told him he’s the one you chose. You’ve shown him through your actions — every day, consistently, without fail — that your loyalty isn’t going anywhere. You’ve answered his questions. Explained your
Sis, let me name something you might have felt but couldn’t quite put your finger on. Something about his behavior feels like a test. Not an obvious one. Not a quiz he hands you with questions printed on paper. More like a setup. A situation he creates — sometimes subtly, sometimes deliberately — designed to
Sis, let me ask you something that might unlock a truth you’ve been tiptoeing around. Does he know your phone password but you don’t know his? Does he ask where you’re going but never tells you where he’s been? Does he want to know who you’re texting but keeps his own phone face-down? Does he
Sis, let me describe the exhaustion nobody talks about. You’ve been faithful. Transparent. Consistent. Loyal in ways that should leave zero room for doubt. You answer his calls. You tell him where you’re going. You’ve never given him a reason — not one single reason — to question whether you’re committed. And yet here you
Sis, there’s a difference between a man who shares his feelings with you and a man who dumps them on you. And that difference is everything. Sharing is mutual. It’s a man who opens up, lets you into his world, and then holds his own weight while you hold space. He processes alongside you. He