This Is What Happens When You Let A Strong Woman Go

“It’s not your job to like me, it’s mine.” —Byron Katie

When you let a strong woman go, you aren’t doing yourself a favor. You’re doing her a favor. Because a strong woman knows that she is worth more than a guy who will let her go. A strong woman knows that she is the best thing that ever happened to you. And you won’t find it again.

A strong woman will never let a silly boy destroy her. No, she will rise over and over again.

Because no matter how many times she gets brought down, she won’t be down for too long.

A strong woman will get heartbroken. But when she does, she will let herself grieve. And let herself feel. She won’t pretend everything’s ok and flash fake smiles for anyone to see. She will heal. And then once she is ready, she won’t dwell on the past. She won’t dwell on the boy who cracked her. She won’t shed anymore tears on the boy who was too dumb to realize what he lost. 

So, when you let a strong woman go, you are actually setting her free.

You see, she doesn’t need a man for survival. And she most definitely does not need a dishonest, selfish boy who only thinks of himself. She trusts in her heart that one day she will find the person who will realize her worth. And who will realize that she is his sun, earth and sky.

And don’t be confused. She’s not going to beg for you back. She’s not going to ring your doorbell a hundred times to get your attention. She’s not going to try super hard to look good when she knows you’ll be at the same party as her.

Hah, she isn’t going to give a damn about what you think of her now.

So, next time you see her laughing with her friends and flashing that beautiful smile, know that it isn’t a mistake. She isn’t faking it.She’s actually happy. Without. You. Please get it in your little head. You let her go. And now, she’s better off for it.

Don’t think she will ever go running back to you like a puppy. Don’t fantasize about her calling you up on a Thursday night in tears because she misses you. And don’t you dare think that she is going to plead for you back.

Little boy, she has more heart than you will ever have.

She is more beautiful than you will ever be.And she is her own damn sun, moon, star, and sky.

This Is What Happens When You Let A Strong Woman Go

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  1. Waging a war against the weak men is not going to help anyone. I would not call what you describe a strong woman. just one who doesn’t understand that we are in this game together and that we have to support each other till the end if this male-female dichotomy is ever going to end. The over-emphasis on strong women and men who are not worthy to walk in their shadow is just the polar opposite of the old “men are superior” attitude. We all know what that has lead to. Flipping the gender and going on “business as usual” is no solution to this problem. Acknowledging that we all have to do our share and be very, very gentle with each other will. Female or male ego is the same thing: harmful.

    Here’s a text that resonates strongly with me…

    To Love a Man
    “If you want to change the world love a man; really love him.
    Choose the one whose soul calls to yours clearly who sees you; who is brave enough to be afraid. Accept his hand and guide him gently to your hearts blood. Where he can feel your warmth upon him and rest there. Look into his eyes look deep within and see what lies dormant or awake or shy or expectant there. Look into his eyes and see there his fathers and grandfathers and all the wars and madness their spirits fought in some distant land, some distant time. Look upon their pains and struggles and torments and guilt; without judgment and let it all go. Feel into his ancestral burden. And know that what he seeks is safe refuge in you. Let him melt in your steady gaze and know that you need not mirror that rage, because you have a womb, a sweet, deep gateway to wash and renew old wounds.
    If you want to change the world love a man, really love him. Sit before him, in the full majesty of your woman in the breath of your vulnerability. In the play of your child innocence in the depths of your death. Flowering invitation, softly yielding, allowing his power as a man. To step forward towards you…and swim in the Earth’s womb, in silent knowing, together and when he retreats…because he will…flees in fear to his cave… Gather your grandmothers around you…envelope in their wisdoms. Hear their gentle shusshhhed whispers, calm your frightened girls’ heart. Urging you to be still…and wait patiently for his return. Sit and sing by his door, a song of remembrance, that he may be soothed, once more.
    If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him. Do not coax out his little boy. With guiles and wiles and seduction and trickery. Only to lure him…to a web of destruction. To a place of chaos and hatred. More terrible than any war fought by his brothers. This is not feminine this is revenge. This is the poison of the twisted lines. Of the abuse of the ages, the rape of our world and this gives no power to woman it reduces her as she cuts off his balls and it kills us all and whether his mother held him or could not; show him the true mother now. Hold him and guide him in your grace and your depth. Smouldering in the centre of the Earth’s core. Do not punish him for his wounds that you think don’t meet your needs or criteria. Cry for him sweet rivers.
    Bleed it all back home.
    If you want to change the world love a man, really love him. Love him enough to be naked and free. Love him enough to open your body and soul to the cycle of birth and of death and thank him for the opportunity. As you dance together through the raging winds and silent woods. Be brave enough to be fragile and let him drink in the soft, heady petals of your being. Let him know he can hold you stand up and protect you. Fall back into his arms and trust him to catch you. Even if you’ve been dropped a thousand times before. Teach him how to surrender by surrendering yourself and merge into the sweet nothing, of this worlds’ heart.
    If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him. Encourage him, feed him, allow him, hear him, hold him, heal him and you, in turn, will be nourished and supported and protected. By strong arms and clear thoughts and focused arrows because he can, if you let him, be all that you dream.
    If you want to love a man, love yourself, love your father. Love your brother, your son, your ex-partner; from the first boy you kissed, to the last one you wept over. Give thanks for the gifts; of your unravelling to this meeting of the one who stands before you now and find in him the seed to all that’s new and solar. A seed that you can feed to help direct the planting. To grow a new world, together.”
    ~Lauren Wilce