He/they may have created me but they don't understand me.
He/they don't understand my innermost struggles and greatest desires.
He/they hear me but don't comprehend me.
He/they don't understand my desire for financial autonomy and the hell I have gone through to try and achieve it.
Me me me me me, I know its all about me. But I am a generous me and without the financial autonomy I can't be that side of me. I would rather spend on others than myself......kind of like my father. Sometimes I think we don't feel worthy or that its right to spend on ourselves.