I am horribly nostalgic. I forget daily that just because I love my good memories doesn’t mean I won’t get trounced by the bad ones. I always feel like history with a person makes me more tolerant, and that over time, I will become fuzzy about what is or isn’t healthy for me. (Ahaha this isn’t just a feeling; I was in a [verbally/emotionally] abusive relationship for two years. Not to mention a few close friendships that devolved similarly. This is fact, not feeling! The longer I was around that person, the harder it was for me to see when things got bad for me.) I hated making the choice; it felt cold and unkind and without love and I didn’t want to be any of those things. I think it was hard for me to see that I felt that way because I had grown accustomed to prioritizing that person above myself; love and warmth for me was nowhere in the equation.

Aaaaaaaand now I will stop babbling all over the place. Shhhhh. I hope you get good sleep and have a fresh look at this for tomorrow! ❤️