A relationship with the right person can be a source of energy, but with the wrong person, it can slowly kill you. With someone like that, I can understand why a sweet person like you turned cold. However, I guess there were collective moments that you all didn’t talk about. I ignited the fire that you wished had happened earlier. I did it right, and you hated me so much.
From my side, I’m kind of like a cat, having nine chances at lives. I’ve spent half of them. Given the chance to be a better person, wife, and mom from time to time. My husband and daughter are like the glue that keeps me grounded. Otherwise, I’d be a miserable woman too. Thank you for the role; I believe I’m a good person at a certain level.
He celebrates me. An emotional support that I longed for externally, without knowing it was all in our home. Why bother looking at any other sources? Fool me. It was always me that was being fooled.
Now, we’re all trying to survive with our version of happiness. I wish you find your light
