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<\/p>\n\u00bfPor qu\u00e9 siempre tengo que ser yo la perdedora? \u00bfPor qu\u00e9 siempre tengo que ser yo la que est\u00e1 en el suelo, recogiendo pedazos destrozados de m\u00ed misma? \u00bfPor qu\u00e9 siempre acabo herida, traicionada y golpeada hasta la muerte emocional?<\/p>\n
I really don\u2019t understand. There is only one reasonable explanation: I am too damn nice.<\/p>\n
La gente cercana a m\u00ed me advirti\u00f3 sobre ese rasgo de mi personalidad. Dec\u00edan que ser\u00eda mi muerte. Siempre pens\u00e9 que exageraban. Nunca les tom\u00e9 en serio hasta que me cans\u00e9 de que me destrozaran todo el tiempo.<\/p>\n
Soy demasiado comprensivo. Llevo mi coraz\u00f3n en la manga. Soy leal y fiable. B\u00e1sicamente, cuando amo, soy todo en e incluso m\u00e1s que eso y hay algo defectuoso en las personas que les hace tomar ventaja de eso.<\/p>\n
Supongo que soy demasiado amable en todos los aspectos de mi vida, pero me paso cuando se trata de amor, cuando se trata de \u00e9l. <\/i><\/b><\/p>\n
He is the reason I am behaving like I don\u2019t love myself. I guess I was lost in him. All those intense feelings overwhelmed me and I couldn\u2019t think straight.<\/p>\n
Y aqu\u00ed estoy, una vez m\u00e1s en el suelo, levant\u00e1ndome. Pero esta vez estoy ensamblando las piezas de manera diferente. No m\u00e1s Miss Nice Girl, estoy harta de tolerar gilipolleces. <\/i><\/b><\/p>\n
Estoy harto de darlo todo y no recibir nada a cambio. <\/b><\/p>\n
Siempre cre\u00ed que el amor deb\u00eda ser incondicional. Pero ahora lo s\u00e9 mejor, ahora s\u00e9 que el amor necesita reciprocidad. El amor es dar y recibir.<\/p>\n
I can\u2019t tolerate him taking from me anymore. I am exhausted and I have nothing more to give. I am also angry at myself because I have allowed this to get this far.<\/p>\n
Estoy harto de hacer un esfuerzo adicional por alguien que no lo merece.<\/b><\/p>\n
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I don\u2019t want all the efforts to come from my side. I don\u2019t want to be the one who takes all the initiative. I am done with all the ideas para citas nocturnas<\/span><\/a> y textos bonitos para \u00e9l<\/span><\/a>.<\/p>\n El hombre adecuado lo apreciar\u00eda, pero \u00e9l no. Ignoraba todo lo que yo hac\u00eda por \u00e9l y lo daba por sentado. Como si tuviera derecho a ser tratado como un rey.<\/p>\n I am done with making someone feel special and amazing when they are not doing the same for me. I am done trying for ones who don\u2019t try for me. I am done with apologies that don\u2019t come from the heart. <\/b><\/p>\n I am tired of forgiving him for the same miserable actions countless times. I am tired of believing that he won\u2019t repeat the same mistake once more.<\/p>\n He will. It\u2019s only a matter of time. He will play it nice for a while. He will be the epitome of a perfect boyfriend until I feel safe and calm, and then he will do it all over again.<\/p>\n He terminado con ignorar mi instinto. <\/b><\/p>\n Cada vez que ten\u00eda un mal presentimiento optaba por ignorarlo. Me dec\u00eda a m\u00ed mismo que estaba paranoico, que mi radar estaba apagado y que estaba equivocado.<\/p>\n This way of thinking would come back to bite me later on. I should have never ignored my gut because I was always right. That\u2019s why when something feels off now, I am trusting my gut, I am not going against my better judgment.<\/p>\n Ya no me conformo con menos de lo que merezco. <\/b><\/p>\n I am done with my fear of loneliness. I admit that I had that fear. That\u2019s why I settled for this toxic relationship.<\/p>\n Ten\u00eda tanto miedo de que mi vida sin \u00e9l perdiera todo sentido. Ten\u00eda miedo de no volver a amar. Ten\u00eda miedo de encontrarme con alguien peor que \u00e9l.<\/p>\n I will never settle again. I will never again be afraid of being alone; it\u2019s a million times better than being with someone who doesn\u2019t respect you or treat you right.<\/p>\n He terminado con todos los retrasos. <\/b><\/p>\n Siempre esperaba algo cuando estaba con \u00e9l. Esperaba que fuera el hombre que yo cre\u00eda que era en el fondo.<\/p>\n Esper\u00e9 a que me viera, a que estuviera all\u00ed, a que se comprometiera m\u00e1s. Esper\u00e9 a que fuera alguien en quien pudiera confiar. Esper\u00e9 d\u00edas tranquilos y soleados, pero todo lo que obtuve fueron tormentas.<\/p>\n I was just deluding myself. I saw a huge heart in someone heartless. I saw goodness where there wasn\u2019t any.<\/p>\n Se acabaron las l\u00e1grimas y la tristeza. <\/b><\/p>\n He won\u2019t be the cause of my pain anymore. I won\u2019t dissect his ambiguous words. I won\u2019t listen to his lies. I won\u2019t lose sleep because he had no decency to call or text.<\/p>\n I will never again be with someone like him. I don\u2019t need a man who comes by only when it\u2019s convenient. I don\u2019t need someone who only thinks of himself.<\/p>\n I don\u2019t need somebody who doesn\u2019t care how he makes me feel. I don\u2019t need someone who brings sadness. I am done tolerating his bullshit.<\/p>\n Why do I always have to be the one on the losing side? Why do I always have to be the one on the floor, collecting shattered pieces of myself? Why do I always end up hurt, betrayed and beaten to an emotional death? I really don\u2019t understand. 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\nEstoy harto de ser un felpudo cuando merezco ser tratado como un igual. Merezco a alguien que haga un esfuerzo adicional por m\u00ed tambi\u00e9n. Merezco reciprocidad.<\/p>\n![\"No](\"https:\/\/herway.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/No-More-Miss-Nice-Girl-I-Am-Done-Tolerating-His-B_llshit-683x1024.jpg\")
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