Stop Begging for Breadcrumbs, Babe
Why are we like this? Seriously. Why do we sit at the table with our napkins tucked in, waiting for a man to toss us half a compliment and a “wyd” text at 11:37pm… and we eat it up like it’s a gourmet meal? Sis, you are starving and pretending you’re full. No more, okay? Let’s talk about how to stop cosplaying as a pigeon pecking at emotional crumbs.
First, take an audit. Do you actually know what a meal tastes like? Lol. Because if all you’ve ever had is fast food relationships, microwave situationships, and two-star “good morning, beautiful” texts followed by radio silence…you might honestly not even know what you’re missing. But let me remind you: the bare minimum should not cause your heart to flutter. If texting you back is impressive, standards are in the sewer. Let’s pull ’em up.
You wouldn’t accept moldy bread from a bakery, so stop accepting flaky attention from a man. Yes, I said it. If someone’s idea of affection is hitting “like” on your Instagram story once a week, he’s serving less than Wonder Bread. Would you eat that? No. You deserve something with seasoning, darling.
Now, let’s address the people-pleaser in you. You, with the spreadsheet tracking his favorite snacks, birthday, and the name of his dead hamster. Meanwhile, the last time he asked about your day…yeah, you can’t even remember. I need you to close your emotional Dollar Store and raise your prices. Not everyone gets to experience you at wholesale. Especially not in exchange for “u up?” vibes and mixed signals that require a detective, sage, and a priest to decode.
Craving breadcrumbs usually comes from thinking it’s all you deserve. Let’s call that out for the BS it is. Sorry, but was there a secret conference where we all signed up to be love’s charity case? Did I miss a group text? If you think you can’t do better, ask yourself where that voice came from. Who told you that you’re too needy, too much, too whatever? Newsflash: confident women with standards get what they want. Desperate women get…well, you know.
Stop romanticizing potential. He’s not a house to be flipped. You do not have time to install new floors, paint windows, and hope that one day he “sees what he has.” Breakfast at Tiffany’s, not DIY at Dysfunction Junction.
Now for the hard part: actually leaving the table. It sucks, not gonna lie. You’ll tell yourself that maybe this is as good as it gets, or that lonely is scarier than crumbs. But girl, you already feel alone when you’re with him. At least when you’re single, you control the music.
So what do you do instead? You date yourself so cruelly well that any half-hearted attention makes you cringe. You schedule your week, your joy, your pampering, and your friendships. You fill your plate so full that when a man dares to offer you crumbs, you just laugh. “I’m sorry, hun, I don’t eat that anymore.”
And if you catch yourself slipping, remember how expensive your love is. You KNOW how much work you’ve put into yourself. You know your childhood wounds, your evolved playlist, the way you shine when you’re happy. Anyone who wants access to your main course better come hungry, not lazy.
So, next time you see crumbs, sweep them up. Don’t settle. Don’t convince yourself you like the taste.
You are the damn meal. Act accordingly.
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