It’s not about the expectation that someone will do what you will, be there like you have, love like you can.. it’s the belief that they’re a good person and then the pain of betrayal when you find out they’re not decent enough to even be honest, selfless enough to return the favor of comforting you, or care enough to apologize. it’s not some expectation of equality, it’s more the belief of knowing someone and then in your own darkest hour, the realization that you don’t.
if people knew how to articulate their feelings in fights – if people knew how to fight without violence and rage but with honest words and emotion – relationships would be stronger, respect would be mutual, and change would be evident.
I don’t go looking for fights, on the contrary, I detest them. but once disrespected, I will never bow my head down either. and I do not require ugly, hurtful words of hatred or spears to win a battle. for I have courage, honor, integrity, and respect. these are the qualities of a strong and admirable warrior. there lives no coward in the woman who defends herself and her position. there lives no hero in the one who believes they stand above her and have right to beat her down.