Being lonely with someone is worse than being lonely alone.
By my own admission…I wasted “the pretty” for too many years.
I spent a lot of years in a relationship where I never felt valued. I felt like I was in a constant state of defeat. No matter what I did…it was never good enough. No matter what I said…it was never the right thing.
It was great in the beginning…he did nice things and said sweet words. I remember the “good morning sunshine” messages and how he used to pack up my text books and start my car in the mornings when I would spend the night at his house.
I was going to college when we met and he thought I was so smart…this eventually turned into me being selfish for doing something I considered to be such a major personal accomplishment. I did it anyway…received my degrees and I was so proud of myself…whether he was or…
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