No tengo más segundas oportunidades que desperdiciar contigo

The more chances you give someone the less respect they’ll start to have for you. They won’t value what they can continually disrespect. – Trent Shelton

Nunca me han gustado las segundas oportunidades. Nunca he creído que la gente pueda cambiar.

I thought if someone meant any good, they wouldn’t need more than one chance to prove their true face. But I kind of disregarded this when you came along.

Pensé que eras otra cosa. I thought you were someone special who came along in my life and I thought you’d actually make a difference.

I made this wild assumption that you’d be the love of my life. And for this idea of love, I did crazy things.

I thought what we had was worthy of moving the boundaries and sometimes even forgiving something I’d usually never forgive.

De alguna manera, olvidé mis valores. Gracias a mis sentimientos hacia ti, olvidé totalmente mis creencias personales. Olvidé cómo merecía ser tratada. Y permití que me trataran mal.

Seguí dándote nuevas oportunidades. No matter what you did, somehow I’d keep finding ‘logical’ explanations for them.

I tried so hard to stand in your shoes and to see why you did the things you did. No matter what anyone told me, I wouldn’t let it affect my judgments about you.

You were always right and even if you did some bad things, you definitely didn’t mean them.

It was just some set of circumstances that made you act recklessly as otherwise you wouldn’t do it. I was so naive when it came to you. But I guess we’re all naive a bit when it comes to love.

Y todas las oportunidades que te daba, las desperdiciabas.

I’ve seen so many girls forgiving some things instead of walking away and I swore I’d never let that happen to me.

En algún momento, me olvidé de la promesa que me hice a mí misma y acabé siendo como todas esas chicas a las que juzgaba en silencio. Qué puedo decir, el karma realmente me hizo una visita.

Tardé en darme cuenta de que me tratabas mal porque yo te dejaba.

 

You have no idea how many times I’d sworn not to allow myself to be treated badly.

I worked so hard on my confidence and I always wanted to ensure that people knew they couldn’t do whatever they wanted with me.

Pero luego todo se quedó por el camino y desapareció una vez que viniste solo.

La única razón por la que pudiste tratarme tan mal es que yo te lo permití. Permití que me trataras mal, no conscientemente por supuesto, pero lo hice.

Each time I didn’t react the way I was supposed to, I was silently complying with your toxic behavior.

Cada vez que te dejaba salirte con la tuya con tus golpes bajos o algunas palabras desagradables, era yo quien te daba permiso para hacerlo una y otra vez.

Durante mucho tiempo, no tenía ni idea de que era yo quien te daba luz verde para hacer todas esas cosas que me hiciste.

Till now, all I gave you were empty promises, and now I’m done with talking empty. Now you’ll get to see me live up to my promises.

I’m done saying I’ll walk away if I see you texting some random girls. I’m done saying I’ll stop talking to you if you ever say a bad word to me one more time.

I’m done saying I won’t be waiting for you to come back once you walk away from me.

I’m done promising that you only have one more chance and then giving you another and another and another.

Ha llegado el momento de demostrarte que las chicas buenas también se van. You don’t get to treat me poorly anymore because I’m done letting you treat me poorly.

No more of your jealousy outbursts, no more bringing me down so you’d feel better, no more putting me last and choosing everyone else but me.

I’m done mistaking what you did to me for love. You don’t love me, you don’t even know what love is. I’m done.

I’m done with forgiving you. I’m done with believing that things will be different if I give you one more chance and I’m done letting you lie to me.

I’m done waiting for you to come crawling back to me after everyone else turned their backs on you.

And I’m done giving you second chances. This time for sure, because I’m walking away.

No matter how many chances I’d give you, you’d gamble them away.  No matter how much time you and I had, it wouldn’t change the outcome.

Because you’d keep making the same mistakes over and over again, counting on me letting you get away with it like I did before.

Well, I’m sorry but I have no more second chances to waste on you because, to be honest, you didn’t even deserve the first one.

I’ll save all my chances for someone who’ll never ask for more than one. I’ll save all my chances for a man who won’t lie to me, cheat on me or flirt with other girls.

I’ll save all my chances for a man who knows how worthy I am and who knows that one woman is enough for a whole life.

I’ll save my all chances for someone who won’t ever need a second chance because he’ll make the best of the first one he got.