Why Some Dive Head First into “Red Flags” and Others Run

I’m one of the few that ignore them and go with the flow.

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There is no red flag that makes me stop talking to anyone. I love red flags; the more you show, the more you will have a chance to enter my life.

I love when people act as if they love me, then turn around and give me the one-two knock-out punch. Just gaslight me a bit and give me that false sense of hope you love me. I love the struggle from trying to crawl back from hell only to self-sabotage myself into the true depths of misery.

You can be married, even tell me, stay married, and I will be okay with it. If you want to lie to me, sure, go ahead. Manipulate me, hell, that’s fine too. Just don’t leave me and at least act as if you care at times. That’s not asking much, is it?

I keep telling myself I will run from red flags now; I’ve finally learned my lesson. But have I?

I’m not sure. But for now, the only red flags I avoid are ones of my mind. I’m not strong enough to run from flags yet; I dive head first. I want to believe the best in people even when they don’t have my best interest. I subconsciously justify their abuse, stick around, and even chase it for more.

Red flags are comfortable to me. They give me a miserable comfort that keeps me sane, if that makes sense.

I’m not sure what I’d do without them.