Mr. Darcy VS. Mr. Grey

This title is about Jane Austen's "Pride & Prejudice" and this other book you are probably too young to read. You will get it someday (hopefully when you are thirty). Mr. Darcy is proud but kind and is willing to do anything for love. Mr. Grey is bossy and has a lot of issues, don't get me wrong, he is hot, but he is also a distraught individual.

My hope for you is while choosing who to like, love, etc., you choose a Mr. Darcy type, a guy that will put you above anything else, that will challenge you and accept you for who you are. Your life will never be perfect, we don't live in a fairy tale land, but you don't have to settle for anything less than total adoration and acceptance. When I think about the men I have loved, I realize I was the happiest with a man that made me certain of his love for me, that was a shelter when I needed one, and that challenge me to become a better version of myself.

I realize that dating the hot, dangerous, and mysterious guy has its perks and appeal, but honestly, it gets old really fast. I want to raise you to be a secure woman that won't let anyone make her feel like she is doing something wrong or she doesn't deserve someone's attention. You don't need a man to teach you how to live your life; you want a man to share the life you already have and together build something amazing. No man should be in your life if he makes you feel stupid, unappreciated, ugly, fat, or boring.

Trust me, you don't want the guy that is mean to everyone but you, that makes you doubt his intentions every 2 seconds, that wants to change you, or that doesn't support you in your projects. You want to kiss the hot guy, but you don't want to marry a guy with no substance.

My wish for you is that you will be strong enough to walk away from a dysfunctional relationship, that you will learn to pick yourself up and start again.

I will always be here to hold you, cry with you, curse with you, egg his car, or anything that you want me to do.

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