I have never had a problem cutting someone out of my life. In fact, I have always said that, when I make the decision to cut ties with someone, there is no turning back and no thinking twice. So why is it so difficult this time? I have mulled this over for a few weeks and I have come to the conclusion that I held on because I prayed and I hoped in my heart that I would be enough for someone to want to change. That I would be enough. Period.
How pathetic.
I guess I am still that naive nine year old who wants her fairy tale ending, which is absolutely absurd considering the extremity of my cynicism. Perhaps I secretly hope I am wrong each and every time. But I am not.
Never have words of endearment been such slaps to the face. It still stings.
The wall I have spent years building came down--only slightly. But that was enough for me to realize that that was already too much. I had let my guard down.
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