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…— but it took a year to realize I’d also used that break to burrow deeper into so many of my fears: Fear of opening up to people, fear of risk, fear of ending up alone, not by choice.
…t, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how nice it would be to have someone to do those things with. Admitting I wanted someone felt like weakness, a betrayal to who I wanted to be.
…et mainstream, I popped the hood, gritted my teeth, and reminded myself that I was self-sufficient. But those reminders didn’t come easily: When I was with my ex, I’d co-opted his confidence; once he left, it did, too.
