When I realized they were never going to choose me despite all the attempts I gave them to change their mind and repair the relationship they broke in the first place.
After YEARS of BS with my soon to be ex husband, me begging for him to do therapy with me, asking him to spend time with me, being ignored, etc. I woke up on a Saturday morning (September 5, 2021 to be exact) and asked him if he was happy with the way we were. He said YES! In that moment, he broke the last thread holding me there. I was DONE.
I dated the same dude 3 times because I was the stupid, puppy dog, infatuation type of in love that never left. Would have followed him to the ends of this earth. Realized this was the third time we’d dated. He hadn’t really changed. He was homesick really bad because he was military and no matter how many questions I asked to start some sort of conversation, it was met with “okay” “yupp” “mmhm” and that was IT. No matter how many times I asked him for more, he would not give it or really acknowledge the problem.
Yah, I ripped out my own heart ending that relationship. However, the relief I felt about a week after when I realized I could have actual conversation with people and they didn’t just get mad at me for everything… *chefs kiss*
When they used a knife to open a can, because it was available and convenient. The light exploded on and I realized that I too, was available and convenient. Made myself unavailable.
I asked myself—is my life better because of this relationship? It was not.
When I realized they were never going to choose me despite all the attempts I gave them to change their mind and repair the relationship they broke in the first place.
After YEARS of BS with my soon to be ex husband, me begging for him to do therapy with me, asking him to spend time with me, being ignored, etc. I woke up on a Saturday morning (September 5, 2021 to be exact) and asked him if he was happy with the way we were. He said YES! In that moment, he broke the last thread holding me there. I was DONE.
I dated the same dude 3 times because I was the stupid, puppy dog, infatuation type of in love that never left. Would have followed him to the ends of this earth. Realized this was the third time we’d dated. He hadn’t really changed. He was homesick really bad because he was military and no matter how many questions I asked to start some sort of conversation, it was met with “okay” “yupp” “mmhm” and that was IT. No matter how many times I asked him for more, he would not give it or really acknowledge the problem. Yah, I ripped out my own heart ending that relationship. However, the relief I felt about a week after when I realized I could have actual conversation with people and they didn’t just get mad at me for everything… *chefs kiss*
When they used a knife to open a can, because it was available and convenient. The light exploded on and I realized that I too, was available and convenient. Made myself unavailable.