The one little thing that shows me appreciation isn’t direct acknowledgement or money – though sometimes I think it should be – it’s when someone makes some sort of acknowledgement about something I’m involved in. They don’t have to mention my name – most of the time they don’t even know my name or that I exist. But, I do know that I exist.
It hurts me and makes me think that I’m being taken advantage of when I’ve committed to something and have poured another portion of my life (time and money) into something, no questions asked, and the feeling no longer appears reciprocated. Every thing that I put a portion of my life into, I do it because I enjoy it. I am passionate about it. I own it.
There’s so much more that I could rant on about here but I don’t want to. I just wanted to get my feelings out there. I don’t expect anything in return except:
- All I ask of you is to be straight forward and honest. No excuses or lies, please. No apologies either.
I dish out brutal honesty and, believe it or not, I expect it in return.
In the end, I still love [you]. I must, otherwise I wouldn’t have bothered with this.