I wish I would’ve respected myself more
with my chronic singleness back then because then I wouldn’t have been okay with being a secret. It would’ve saved me so much time, money, tears, mental distress.
I would’ve never known how much men lie, I would’ve never known how it feels to not be cared for and discarded, I would’ve never known what it was like to be cheated on. I wouldn’t have these lasted feelings of being tainted. I’m so upset with myself. It’s so hard to forgive.
Granted, I didn’t give him easy sex nor booze. And he did get them from others before deciding he was done with me. But I shouldn’t have entertained it at all because I literally got nothing out of it except all of the bad things. I was even kind at the end. Not fair for me. It’s my fault completely.















