I keep asking myself, how did I get here? How did I let someone make me feel so small? I thought I was stronger than this, but here I am, trying to pick up the pieces of my self-worth. He was a player, a liar, and I saw it all, but I still let him in. Why do we do that to ourselves?
It’s like he held up a mirror, and I didn’t like what I saw. All my old trust issues, my fear of being left—it all came rushing back. But in a weird way, I’m almost grateful? Because it forced me to look at myself, to see where I was weak. Now I’m trying to stand up for myself, but I don’t want to be cruel. I want to be strong, not defensive. I want to speak from love, not from my ego. Is that even possible?
I still care about him, and that’s the hardest part. How can you love someone who treated you so poorly? I feel so confused, like my heart and my head are at war. One minute I’m angry, the next I just want to forgive and forget. I don’t want to be a doormat anymore, but I also don’t want to shut down my heart completely. This grieving process is messy, and I have no idea what I’m doing!
So I’m turning to you. Have you been through this? How do you set a boundary and stick to it, without turning into someone hard and cold? How do you tell someone they hurt you, without it sounding like an attack? I need real, honest advice. What worked for you? What didn’t? Please, share your stories with me. I feel so lost, and any little bit helps 🙂
