I’ve been the girl
who not only suffers through an unhealthy and demoralizing relationship but
then goes back to it in hopes that the time spend apart has inspired him to
love me enough to change…or even try. And guess what? It didn’t.
I didn’t go back. I left and with the help of It’s Called A
Break Up Because It’s Broken, Amy Poehler, Jenna and the rest of my friends,
maybe a little wine time to time, and these blog posts, I didn’t go back. I was
close, but I didn’t. And I came out the other side of this break up challenge
I was the girl so in
love with a person incapable of giving me what I needed out of a relationship
that not only did I marry him but I gladly gave away every last shred of my
self-esteem to keep him.
I did, I gave up every thing to be with a man who was
pushing me away, who no longer wanted me, but didn’t have the balls to let me
go. I held on so tight, gave up my dignity, respect and pride, I gave up myself
so that I could be with him. That is not the person I am, but that’s who I was
and I don’t ever want to go back to that place.
Wasting time in a
relationship that blows is just that-wasted time. Time that could be spent
looking for a the person who’s destined to be your perfect match.
It was a waste of time, I realize that now after these 60
days, I wish that he would have just left or let me leave, that he wouldn’t
have told me that I didn’t have to go when he wanted me to go. I wish that when he checked out he wouldn’t have left me in the lobby
holding all of our bags wondering why he wasn’t helping me carry them and
why he was pulling away while I was left standing there, alone.
But I don’t want to spend my time looking for another person, I want to spend time working on me and if a guy comes along who can handle me, who can understand me than that’s fine with me.
But I don’t want to spend my time looking for another person, I want to spend time working on me and if a guy comes along who can handle me, who can understand me than that’s fine with me.
If you’ve reached this
point where one or both of you feel that walking away is the best course of
action, the cracks were there. YOU ARE NOT THE KIND OF WOMEN WHO SETTLES FOR
BROKEN OR HANGS ONTO DAMAGE GOODS
I can’t tell you the amount of times I repeated that over
and over in my head. I was that person but I refuse to be that person any more. This was my favorite line in the whole book. You are worth more than broken or damaged. You don't deserve that.
Unless there are two
people putting on the coveralls and getting down in the trenches with some duct
tape and superglue and a fierce determination, it isn’t going to happen.
I don’t believe in perfect matches. I believe in two people
with a desire to make their relationship work, that no matter what obstacles
come between them, they want to work on it together. Because they are stronger
together than they ever would be apart.
At the end of the
day, it’s about whether you like yourself enough to face the reality that your
romance wasn’t working, to recognize that it wasn’t giving you what you needed and
deserved and to pull yourself out of the dumps and seize the opportunity before
you. Because as messed up as everything seems right now, this could be the best
thing to ever happen to you.
And it has been, in the last sixty days I have discovered
a lot about myself and made choices for me more than I ever have before. I have
always made choices based on what I thought other people would want, always. There
are very few choices I made for myself in my young adult life that I made
because I wanted to. That is starting to change, it’s hard, different and
terrifying but exciting. I don't know for sure what the future holds for me but I know that for the first time it's my choice.
Life’s biggest reward
comes from the biggest challenges
I know that this next year will prove to be more challenging
than any before it, because of the fact that I am now making choices for me and
allowing myself to put myself first is some thing completely new and different
for me.
And finally…
Nothing was easy and
sometimes she failed, and sometimes she thought the fairy tale stories where
right, that there must indeed be easier ways of living happily ever after; but
defeat is a poor ending to any tale, so she kept trying.
There came a point when every thing was broken, my dreams,
my relationship, my self respect, my pride, my love. It was broken and there
didn’t seem like a way to put it back together. There wasn’t a way to mend all
the mistakes I had made, that I was STILL making. There came a point when I was
ready to give up, let go of every thing and I only got help because Kermit said
I needed it, a choice I made to make him happy, not me. For months I cried, I
didn’t want to get out of bed, I didn’t want to see people, I wanted to sit at
home. I was broken. But I’ve put myself back together, well, I am starting to
put myself back together. And I am doing it for me. And I will make mistakes
and I will fail but I will get back up, this time not for a guy, not for my
friends, but for me.
So sixty days have come and gone, there have been a lot of
challenges, a lot of tears, laughs and smiles and endless hours wondering what
will happen next. I don’t know what the future will hold, but I know that it
will be filled with mistakes, failure and success. I know that I can make it
through any thing and come out on the other side stronger and better. I will have
bad dates, failed relationships, and I will have weekends like last weekend
where I don’t remember all the things I’ve learned and make mistakes, but they
will make me into a better person.
So if you take any thing away from the last sixty days take
away that you have a choice, a choice to stay in a relationship that isn’t working
or a choice to realize your potential, to realize you deserve more than an unfulfilling,
broken life. Not a relationship, because life is made up of relationships, and
what I learned from It’s Called A Break Up Because It’s Broken, are things that
I will carry with me in all my choices not just relationships.
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