{"id":12876,"date":"2018-01-22T12:02:19","date_gmt":"2018-01-22T12:02:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/herway.net\/?p=12876"},"modified":"2022-02-22T16:02:24","modified_gmt":"2022-02-22T16:02:24","slug":"lo-mejor-nunca-es-suficiente","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/lo-mejor-nunca-es-suficiente\/","title":{"rendered":"Para ti lo mejor nunca fue suficiente"},"content":{"rendered":"

Te di todo lo que pude. Nunca era suficiente.<\/a> Nunca fui suficiente<\/a>. Nada podr\u00eda satisfacerte.<\/span><\/p>\n

La primera vez que te vi, me dio un vuelco el coraz\u00f3n y me temblaban las manos. Era como si todo me dijera que huyera. Que corriera tan lejos como pudiera y que nunca mirara atr\u00e1s. <\/span><\/p>\n

Mi cuerpo y mi coraz\u00f3n me dec\u00edan qu\u00e9 era lo mejor para m\u00ed en ese momento, pero de alguna manera quer\u00eda que t\u00fa fueras lo mejor para m\u00ed. <\/span><\/p>\n

Fuiste muy generoso al principio, nunca intentaste hacerme sentir poco querida e inferior, sino m\u00e1s bien apreciada y cuidada.<\/span><\/p>\n

Unfortunately, this didn’t really last too long. It lasted to the point where you started finding mistakes in everything I did.<\/b><\/p>\n

Nunca nada era suficientemente bueno. Como una maldici\u00f3n.<\/span><\/p>\n

Me quedaba despierta toda la noche esperando a que llegaras a casa y t\u00fa me gritabas por estar despierta tanto tiempo. Te hac\u00eda la cena y lo tirabas todo por la habitaci\u00f3n aunque te la com\u00edas con alegr\u00eda unos d\u00edas antes. <\/span><\/p>\n

Even if I would surrender to your abuse every time you would start, it wasn’t good enough because you thought that I was pathetic. I was your slave; I was your victim and everything someone else wouldn’t endure.<\/span><\/p>\n

Para otra persona, eras ese chico guapo, al que conoc\u00ed al principio.<\/b> Para otra persona eras amable y generoso, pero para m\u00ed no eras m\u00e1s que un gilipollas (por no decir otra cosa). Ya no hab\u00eda nada bueno y nada bueno volver\u00eda a haber.<\/span><\/p>\n

El momento Decid\u00ed dejarte<\/a> fue la \u00fanica decisi\u00f3n de la que me sent\u00ed orgullosa. Esta vez iba a ser lo suficientemente buena para m\u00ed misma.<\/b><\/p>\n

Y si te lo estabas preguntando: s\u00ed, recuerdo c\u00f3mo reaccionaste en el momento en que te dije que me iba. <\/span><\/p>\n

You threw a glass against the wall and you didn’t think twice about throwing another one towards me.<\/b> The running around and the crying and desperate attempt to escape are the things that I still dream about. It’s like trying to escape a sure death.<\/span><\/p>\n

Pero escap\u00e9.<\/span><\/p>\n

I left you everything but myself. I left you my entire life, but I took my damaged heart with myself. You weren’t able to keep it safe. You were never able to do that.<\/span><\/p>\n

Am I good enough now? Am I good enough now that you don’t have me anymore. Now that I have realised that no hay nada m\u00e1s importante que yo mismo<\/a>?<\/span><\/p>\n

The bruises are fading, it’ll take them some time to heal, but it’s better to be left in scars than to be a walking wound.<\/b><\/p>\n

Isn’t it funny that I thought that I deserved everything that happened because of the way you manipulated me into thinking that I was the problem in our relationship and that there was nothing I could actually do to make myself worthy of your time?<\/span><\/p>\n

Hoy, despu\u00e9s de estar en mi camino de felicidad, me r\u00edo de todo lo que pas\u00f3. Me r\u00edo mientras me caen l\u00e1grimas por la cara y me tiembla todo el cuerpo (porque fue traumatizante), pero aun as\u00ed me r\u00edo. <\/span><\/p>\n

I laugh to make myself feel better about it\u2014no matter the fact that nothing can ever change the past as much as I would want to have the ability to change it.<\/span><\/p>\n

I’ve learned my lesson. I’ve dodged the bullet to the point where it just hit me to make me bleed, but it didn’t kill me.<\/span><\/p>\n

I will rise from my ashes again, but you will forever be buried in your body\u2014the body of an abuser, not able to love or feel anything but anger towards his own self. <\/b><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I gave you everything I could. It was never enough. I was never enough. Nothing could ever satisfy you. The first time I set eyes on you my heart skipped a beat, my hands were shaking. It was like everything was telling me to run away. To run as far as I could and to…<\/p>","protected":false},"author":40,"featured_media":12893,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_kad_blocks_custom_css":"","_kad_blocks_head_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_body_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_footer_custom_js":"","_kadence_starter_templates_imported_post":false,"_kad_post_transparent":"","_kad_post_title":"","_kad_post_layout":"","_kad_post_sidebar_id":"","_kad_post_content_style":"","_kad_post_vertical_padding":"","_kad_post_feature":"","_kad_post_feature_position":"","_kad_post_header":false,"_kad_post_footer":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[29618],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12876","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-moving-on"],"taxonomy_info":{"category":[{"value":29618,"label":"moving on"}]},"featured_image_src_large":["https:\/\/herway.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/allef-vinicius-347070.jpg",800,564,false],"author_info":{"display_name":"Tara Brown","author_link":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/author\/tara-brown\/"},"comment_info":0,"category_info":[{"term_id":29618,"name":"moving on","slug":"moving-on","term_group":0,"term_taxonomy_id":29618,"taxonomy":"category","description":"When nothing else works - inspiring stories about moving on are bound to help you let go of people and situations you never thought you could live without.\r\n","parent":38,"count":200,"filter":"raw","cat_ID":29618,"category_count":200,"category_description":"When nothing else works - inspiring stories about moving on are bound to help you let go of people and situations you never thought you could live without.\r\n","cat_name":"moving on","category_nicename":"moving-on","category_parent":38}],"tag_info":false,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12876","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/40"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12876"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12876\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/12893"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12876"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12876"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12876"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}