I stopped focusing on what he was or wasn’t doing, and started focusing on what I was, or wasn’t doing for myself. Get it? It was never his responsibility to make me happy. It was my responsibility to make myself happy. He didn’t have to love me the way I deserved to be loved, actually. I’m the one who had to love my damn self the way that I deserved to be loved. No man owes me anything. I owe myself…everything.