The Wrong Man Will Make You Doubt Your Power

The Wrong Man Will Make You Doubt Your Power

You know that feeling when you’re sending a text and then deleting it, then re-typing it, and then deleting it again because god forbid you say something that might make him “pull away”? Yeah. That. If you’re living in this land of tiptoes, babe, let me just slap some truth on the table: the wrong man thrives on shrinking you.

Let’s call it what it is—exhausting. You used to have opinions. You’d be the one correcting your friends on facts, debating over Netflix shows, having a second margarita because you wanted one. But suddenly, you’re whispering your preferences like you’re making illegal requests. “Is it ok if we get Thai tonight…? Or, actually, never mind! Whatever you want!” You’re not trying to be agreeable. You’re subconsciously auditioning for a role in his stupid movie where women don’t ruffle his fragile, king-size ego.

Here’s something we don’t say enough: the wrong man will literally warp your brain. Like, full Wizard of Oz tornado—one minute, you know that you’re hot and hilarious and could run for president if you felt like it. Next thing you know, you’re fretting over whether you’re “too much.” Is it my fault he forgot my birthday? Should I bring it up or just let it go, again, like Elsa but with a cavity in your soul?

You will start to wonder if you’re actually the crazy one. Spoiler: you’re not. (Unless you’re sitting in your car outside his house at midnight wearing a balaclava. Then, maybe, we should talk. But 99.9% of the time, your instincts are not hysteria—they’re the sirens telling you to get OUT.)

Let’s talk about power. Yours. That stuff you forget you have when you’re dating an emotional discount bin. When you met him, you were unstoppable—remember that? You literally made your own happiness. You wore what you wanted and didn’t waste hours analyzing screenshots of read receipts with your girlfriends. Now, you’re living for breadcrumbs. When he throws you a half-hearted compliment (“You look nice today”), you get butterflies. GIRL. You invented your own style. You are literally a walking Pinterest board. This guy has the charisma of damp bread. Why is his approval currency now?

Don’t get me wrong—I KNOW how seductive it is to chase validation from someone who refuses to give it. He offers it up like gold dust: only when you’ve made yourself small enough to fit into his little world. It’s never, ever, ever worth it.

I know it hurts. I know leaving feels like failure. Or like you’re being “dramatic”—which, by the way, is his go-to word for any time you refuse to act like a doormat. Gag. You’re not “dramatic.” You’re waking up. Welcome back.

Real talk: the wrong man will make you question your worth, your ambition, that spark inside you that threatens his comfort zone. He wants you tiptoeing around your own dreams so you don’t outshine his “potential.” I’m sorry—potential? That word should be illegal after age 25. If his growth arc still looks like a pancake, you owe him nothing. In fact, let him be someone else’s “project.”

Here’s the punchline, babe: the right relationship is not supposed to feel like a performance review. It’s not about twisting yourself into origami to fit someone else’s “tolerable” zone. You want fireworks, not a slow, silent death from boredom and belittlement.

If he makes you doubt your magic, know this: your power is not gone. It’s just waiting for you to stop auditioning for the wrong audience. Take your power. Put on your red lipstick. Block his number. Remember who the hell you were before you let damp bread define your flavor. Trust me, you’re a feast.