Member-only story
17 Simple Pieces of Advice I Wish I’d Gave My Younger Self
Some things you don’t realize until much later in life, but it’s never too late.
Childhood Abuse came up in a therapy session. It was my first session with a new therapist to attack childhood trauma that has been haunting me for years and that I slowly have become aware of over the last 2 to 3 years.
I was driving myself to the brink of insanity chasing a girl who showed me that I was nothing more than a convenience. She wasn’t doing anything I didn’t allow, and she was exactly who she is, a lying, cheating, manipulating, delusional person. I was so focused on her changing that I lost touch with the reality of the hell I was putting myself through.
My problem was, I stayed right by her side supporting this shit show! I was just as much at fault as she was. The level of chaos and dysfunction in this relationship was comfortable to me on a subconscious level. I loved it, and hell, I craved it!
The level of chaos in that relationship was insane and embarrassing. Time and time again, I would ask myself, “Why do I love a girl that has lied, cheated, physically hit me, messed around with my best friend, and manipulated me so many times I lost count?” I’ve concluded that it’s not loving; it’s an addiction, and a severe one…
