this side of grief is hard. The middle of it, that is. The ebb and flow...more ebb than flow these days, it seems. i assumed the hardest part of processing a new life would be the tangible pieces. the daily parts. but it's not. it's the confusion about why no version of me was worth it.
I've traded one relationship for another my entire life. In fact I don't know that there has ever been a time in my life that I wasn't interested in someone, one foot in the door and the other out. I know this is deeply rooted in insecurity and an uncertainty in who I am and Whose I am. This has ebbed and flowed over time but has done me a large disservice. I was first engaged in 2006 to my college sweetheart who I treated as anything but. I couldn't remain physically or emotionally faithful to him because, frankly, I didn't want to. I had such a desire to run and play with reckless abandon while desperately wanting someone to love me. I didn't know me to love me so how could I expect anyone else to? It wasn't fair to ask someone else to love me more than I did. After years of off and on dating he rightly ended things for good. I moved out of our apartment that he cosigned on but never lived in October of 2008. I moved in with my parents and reconnected wi...
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