Estoy oficialmente cansado de ser una ocurrencia tardía
I’m tired of being your segunda opción y no ser tu prioridad, cuando siempre te puse primero.
It seems that you only come to me when you have nowhere else to go, and that for all these years you’ve been treating me like your last resort and safety net.
I don’t expect to be the centre of your world and I never asked you to disregard your entire life just because I came along.
However, I’m your girlfriend and I shouldn’t be the one you call only when everyone else has stood you up or abandoned you.
The one you come to for reassurance that you’re still important to someone, or the one you use as an ego boost.
I’m sick of having to fit in to your plans, like my schedule doesn’t matter.
I’m weary of having to wait the whole day for you to decide whether you can be bothered to come and pick me up like we agreed, and of putting my entire life on hold for you.
I’m done waiting for you to choose me. Se acabó el esperar pacientemente a que te pongas las pilas y te des cuenta de que deberías empezar a tratarme mejor.
Se acabó lo de compararme con tus ex y con cualquier otra chica cerca de ti.
Se acabó lo de competir con tu carrera, con tus aficiones, las discotecas y todo lo demás que, obviamente, es más importante que yo.
Se acabó lo de darte tiempo para decidirte.
I’m tired of feeling like second best. And that is exactly how you make me feel – like you’re with me just because I’m the only one available and that you’ll dump me as soon as someone better comes along.
Because guess what – I’m a catchaunque no lo veas.
This might sound as cocky but I have a lot to offer – I’m pretty, smart, interesting, have a great sense of humour and everyone enjoys my company. That is – everyone but you.
Most importantly – I’m an novia impresionante. Y Seré la mejor para alguien que vea mi valía y sepa apreciarla.
I’m done begging for your love and affection.
Done with chasing you around to be with me, done with feeling like I’m forcing you to stay in this relationship and done with settling for bread crumbs of your attention.
I’m done with acting like I won the jackpot every time you treat me the way a normal boyfriend should treat the girl he loves.
Done with envying all the other couples who have mature, healthy relationships and I’m done with hoping that one day, ours will become the same.
I’m tired of being the only one trying, while you put no effort into our relationship at all.
Cansado de hacer todos los sacrificios, de ser el que inicia constantemente el contacto y de ser el único que intenta hacernos avanzar.
I’m tired of being the only one who believes in us as a couple and being the only one trying to save this relationship, which is obviously doomed to fail.
I’m done settling for less and putting up with the fact that you don’t love me enough. Yes, that’s the truth, so let’s start calling things by their rightful name.
Let’s cut the crap – it’s not that you’re “like that”, it’s not that you have trouble showing emotion, that this is your way of showing affection or your maximum – you don’t love me enough, never did and never will.
Don’t get me wrong – I’m not saying that you’re completely indifferent. In fact, I bet you care for me to a certain extent but I want and deserve more.
I’m tired of giving you endless second chances.
Sick of your false promises that one of these days, things between us will change and that you’ll finally become the man you should have been since day one.
Because – let’s face it: that will never happen. And it’s about time for me to accept the harsh truth.
I’m done living in constant fear that you’ll abandon me. Done being afraid that one day, you’ll just vanish from my life, without any closure or a proper explanation.
So, I’m dejándote. Yes, you heard that right – I’m breaking up with you and this time, I’m not making an empty threat so you’ll come to your senses for a few days.
I’m walking away because I would rather be alone and wait for a man who will give me the place I deserve than continue being your afterthought.
