{"id":17970,"date":"2018-04-23T12:42:24","date_gmt":"2018-04-23T12:42:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/herway.net\/?p=17970"},"modified":"2022-02-26T22:25:22","modified_gmt":"2022-02-26T22:25:22","slug":"el-no-es-mas-que-un-mal-habito-que-necesitas-dejar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/el-no-es-mas-que-un-mal-habito-que-necesitas-dejar\/","title":{"rendered":"No es m\u00e1s que un mal h\u00e1bito que debes dejar"},"content":{"rendered":"

Your phone lights up and your heart is racing because you see his name. After so much time, after so many \u201cgoodbyes forever\u201d and \u201cnever mores\u201d he is here again, making a small step to crawl back into your life. And you are letting him, even though <\/span>you know you shouldn\u2019t. <\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

You know the best thing to do is delete that text without even reading it. You know it to well because you\u2019ve already lived through this same scenario more times than necessary. You know he is toxic. You know nothing will be different this time. But your hope is pushing you to believe in him just one more time. You silence that voice inside of you that screams to run away from him and you let him in once more. <\/span><\/p>\n

The minute you open the text you know you shouldn\u2019t have. This feeling of guilt consumes you. You know he will pull you back into his mess once again.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

He is like a bad habit you can\u2019t break. You let him in. You trust him again. You think that maybe this time things will be different. Maybe this time he is here to stay. Maybe this time you will have a shot at being happy. <\/span><\/p>\n

Ahora es un poco diferente. Est\u00e1 m\u00e1s atento. Nunca se olvida de ver c\u00f3mo est\u00e1s durante el d\u00eda. Se acuerda de mandarte un mensaje dulce de buenas noches. Siempre hace tiempo. Vuelve a ganarse tu confianza. Te est\u00e1 haciendo un hueco en su vida. Parece que por fin las cosas empiezan a encajar. <\/span>But it\u2019s all an illusion. <\/b><\/p>\n

In a split second, he changes his mind. He walks away once again, leaving you to pick up the pieces of your heart and your dignity, cursing the day you opened and answered that text. You know if you hadn\u2019t, you wouldn\u2019t be here again. <\/span><\/p>\n

Sabes que lo har\u00e1 <\/span>volver otra vez<\/span><\/a>. You swear you will never let him close again. He crossed all your boundaries. You\u2019ve finally had enough of this back and forth. And that feeling follows you for some time. It\u2019s sadness combined with anger and disappointment.<\/span> But the truth is you don\u2019t know. You don\u2019t know if it\u2019s all over until he sends a text one more time. <\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

Only at that point, you will know if you are really over him. You will know if you managed to break that bad habit. Because that\u2019s all he is. Don\u2019t confuse him with your one true love. He is far from love. Love doesn\u2019t hurt you in that way. Love doesn\u2019t disrespect. Love doesn\u2019t play games. Love doesn\u2019t leave. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00bfTe preguntas c\u00f3mo s\u00e9 todo esto? Lo s\u00e9 porque una vez fui t\u00fa. <\/b>Yo fui esa chica que abri\u00f3 y contest\u00f3 el mensaje cuando todo en su interior gritaba que no lo hiciera. Soy la que se crey\u00f3 sus lamentables excusas. Soy la que confundi\u00f3 un h\u00e1bito con amor. <\/span><\/p>\n

And it took me so much time and strength not to open or answer that text when it arrived. But I finally reached the point where that text didn\u2019t mean anything; where his words lost all their weight and became meaningless; where inviting him back into my life became unimaginable. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Yo era su puerto seguro. Alguien con quien sab\u00eda que pod\u00eda contar para estar ah\u00ed pasara lo que pasara. Alguien fiable. Alguien que le esperaba y le daba la bienvenida. Y siempre estaba navegando de un lado a otro, sin importarle que el puerto quedara destruido. Sab\u00eda que el puerto se renovar\u00eda cuando \u00e9l <\/span>vuelve de nuevo<\/span><\/a>. <\/span><\/p>\n

Ten\u00eda raz\u00f3n. Me renov\u00e9. Porque cada vez que decid\u00eda marcharse, ten\u00eda que empezar de cero.<\/b> Ten\u00eda que levantarme. Tuve que encontrar mi autoestima y sanarla. Ten\u00eda que recordar que yo tambi\u00e9n soy importante. Que mis sentimientos importan. Que tengo que aprender a quererme. <\/span><\/p>\n

Y tan pronto como estuviera mejor, tan pronto como siguiera adelante, \u00e9l volver\u00eda. Le dar\u00eda la bienvenida de nuevo y yo volver\u00eda al principio con todo lo que constru\u00ed en ruinas una vez m\u00e1s, y una vez m\u00e1s, hasta que finalmente me diera cuenta de que he tocado fondo. <\/span>Until I realized he isn\u2019t going to change, I am the one who has to change. I am the one who has to stop allowing him to hurt me. <\/b><\/p>\n

So next time he wanted to come back, I didn\u2019t let him. <\/b>Next time his name lighted up the screen of my phone, I ignored it. I wasn\u2019t about to let all the work I had done on myself go to waste this time. It took me a lot of time and effort to get to this state of mind, to get my life back on track, just so I could ruin it by giving him <\/span>m\u00e1s oportunidades<\/span><\/a>. <\/span><\/p>\n

Despu\u00e9s de eso, todo en mi vida tom\u00f3 un rumbo diferente.<\/b> Nada ocurri\u00f3 de la noche a la ma\u00f1ana. A pesar de todo, necesit\u00e9 alg\u00fan tiempo para curarme. Pero con el tiempo, las cosas mejoraron. Dej\u00e9 de malgastar mi vida con \u00e9l. Empec\u00e9 a ver realmente mi propio valor. Descubr\u00ed cu\u00e1nto m\u00e1s feliz soy sin \u00e9l invadiendo constantemente mi vida. Encontr\u00e9 la paz a la que no renuncio. <\/span><\/p>\n

T\u00fa tampoco deber\u00edas. Te mereces mucho m\u00e1s que pasarte la vida esperando. Pasarte las noches llorando. Pasarte los d\u00edas esperando. Mereces ser feliz. Te mereces a alguien mejor<\/a>. Te lo mereces.  <\/span>As\u00ed que la pr\u00f3xima vez que llegue su mensaje, su llamada o cualquier intento poco convincente de volver a tu vida, \u00bfqu\u00e9 har\u00e1s? <\/b><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Your phone lights up and your heart is racing because you see his name. After so much time, after so many \u201cgoodbyes forever\u201d and \u201cnever mores\u201d he is here again, making a small step to crawl back into your life. And you are letting him, even though you know you shouldn\u2019t. You know the best…<\/p>","protected":false},"author":40,"featured_media":18420,"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-17970","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\/05\/allef-vinicius-200366-unsplash-1.jpg",800,533,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\/17970","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=17970"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17970\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/18420"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17970"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17970"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17970"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}