“I think we like the feeling of falling apart.”
Do we sometimes just get used to, even addicted to being in bad relationships?
Sad, comfortable, hopeless, abused, depressed or whatever it is we’re going through?
I feel that I stayed in an emotionally abusive relationship for so so long (over 10 years) because of exactly all of these reasons and/or excuses. I fiercely defended my relationship, even though I knew it was beginning to become toxic and dysfunctional in every way.
It came to the point where I exiled myself from family and friends. I didn't want to deal with the reality that this person was simply not ok for me or my life. We had beautiful, amazing times. I saw and did things that I would never have done with anyone else. He took me out of my innocent, sheltered and small world.
"This is ours now for a while.’’
But the bad grossly outweighed the good. I thankfully realized that this could no longer be my life.
‘’And I recognized something deeper than I’ve ever known,’’
I deserved better, I was strong. I needed my family and friends. I’m ok on my own, but not to the point of exile, never ever again!