{"id":48604,"date":"2019-11-26T18:30:23","date_gmt":"2019-11-26T18:30:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/herway.net\/?p=48604"},"modified":"2022-01-19T15:31:06","modified_gmt":"2022-01-19T15:31:06","slug":"me-rompiste-pero-tambien-me-hiciste-ver-mi-valia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/me-rompiste-pero-tambien-me-hiciste-ver-mi-valia\/","title":{"rendered":"Me quebraste, pero tambi\u00e9n me hiciste ver mi valor"},"content":{"rendered":"

Noche tras noche s\u00f3lo una pregunta resonaba en mi cabeza: \"\u00bfDejar\u00e1 de dolerme el coraz\u00f3n alg\u00fan d\u00eda?\". <\/span><\/p>\n

Sent\u00eda el pecho tan pesado por todos los pedazos rotos por dentro. Sent\u00eda que no hab\u00eda forma de salir de esta situaci\u00f3n. Estaba atrapada en mi dolor. <\/span><\/p>\n

Ma\u00f1ana tras ma\u00f1ana sol\u00eda decirme a m\u00ed misma: Puedes hacerlo; eres lo bastante fuerte para pasar el d\u00eda.  <\/span><\/p>\n

Cubr\u00eda las ojeras con corrector. <\/span><\/p>\n

Pon\u00eda una sonrisa falsa y, si alguien me preguntaba, dec\u00eda en voz alta que estaba bien, aunque Me estaba desmoronando<\/a> desde dentro. <\/span><\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t want anybody to see how badly you hurt me. <\/b><\/p>\n

Instead of letting you go, I used to hold on so tightly. I used to go back to our happy place. To the place where things work \u2013 the place that was now destroyed. <\/span><\/p>\n

Sol\u00eda retroceder en el tiempo hasta esos momentos de felicidad desbordante. <\/span><\/p>\n

To ordinary moments full of hugs, kisses, and deep conversations. To a time where I didn\u2019t know the real you yet. <\/span><\/p>\n

The real you had nothing to do with the you I saw with my googly eyes full of love. I still can\u2019t believe how blind and naive I was. <\/b><\/p>\n

Te permit\u00ed <\/span>manipularme<\/span><\/a> and play with my heart like it\u2019s bulletproof. I trusted you and you betrayed me. <\/span><\/p>\n

Yo te quer\u00eda y t\u00fa me tiraste ese amor a la cara.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Mujer<\/p>\n

Dabas por sentados mis sentimientos y todos mis esfuerzos, y luego los desechabas como si no valieran nada. <\/span><\/p>\n

Me apartaste y me hiciste sentir que no era digna de ser amada. Pod\u00eda sentir mi amor propio abandonando mi sistema. Pod\u00eda o\u00edr c\u00f3mo mi confianza tocaba fondo. <\/span><\/p>\n

Suddenly all the pain transformed into numbness. I couldn\u2019t cry anymore. I must have run out of tears. <\/span><\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t think about all the could-haves and should-haves. My mind was blank. My feelings exhausted. <\/span><\/p>\n

Estaba hundido, completamente destrozado, y no ten\u00eda m\u00e1s remedio que reconstruirme desde cero. <\/b><\/p>\n

I would force myself out of bed every morning. I\u2019d dress up, show up where I was supposed to. <\/span><\/p>\n

Me enterr\u00e9 en el trabajo y encontr\u00e9 consuelo en los amigos. <\/span><\/p>\n

Una de esas ma\u00f1anas, las cosas empezaron a parecerme un poco m\u00e1s f\u00e1ciles. Empec\u00e9 a construir los cimientos de mi nueva vida. Lento pero seguro. <\/span><\/p>\n

Noche tras noche me iba a la cama pensando en ti. <\/b><\/p>\n

Pero una de esas noches, en lugar de lamentar todo lo que perd\u00ed, vi todo lo que gan\u00e9 al perderte. <\/b><\/p>\n

\"So\u00f1ando<\/p>\n

I was so naive and so in love that I couldn\u2019t see how wrong you actually were for me. <\/span><\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t see all the ways in which you were killing my self-esteem. <\/span><\/p>\n

Ahora que mi visi\u00f3n era clara de nuevo, todo lo que quedaba por hacer era convertir todo mi dolor en poder y decir gracias por romperme. <\/span><\/p>\n

Gracias por todas las veces que me trataste mal. <\/b><\/p>\n

Me ense\u00f1\u00f3 c\u00f3mo no deber\u00edan tratarme nunca. Necesito a alguien que me levante en vez de hundirme.<\/span><\/p>\n

I need a man who won\u2019t point out my flaws, but focus on my values. <\/span><\/p>\n

Necesito lo opuesto a todo lo que sol\u00edas darme porque lo opuesto es amor y t\u00fa nunca me amaste de la manera correcta. <\/span><\/p>\n

Gracias por salvarme de a\u00f1os de dolor a tu lado. <\/b><\/p>\n

You were never there for me. You were clueless about my problems and concerns. You didn\u2019t care how your behavior would make me feel. <\/span><\/p>\n

You were never involved in our relationship. I was the only one investing and making effort.  Things would\u2019ve gotten worse had we stayed together. <\/span><\/p>\n

T\u00fa siempre ten\u00edas raz\u00f3n y yo siempre me equivocaba. Estaba necesitada, aunque lo \u00fanico que necesitaba era tu amor y tu atenci\u00f3n. <\/span><\/p>\n

I know now that\u2019s not something I should\u2019ve begged for. <\/span><\/p>\n

\"Retrato<\/p>\n

Doy gracias al cielo de que te alejaras de m\u00ed porque nunca supe irme por mi cuenta. <\/b><\/p>\n

Necesito a alguien que me valore y me respete. Alguien cuyo amor llegue sin esfuerzo. <\/span><\/p>\n

Someone who can\u2019t wait to see me, text me, and make me feel cared for. <\/span><\/p>\n

Necesito una persona que sepa amar, dar y permanecer en una relaci\u00f3n comprometida. Nunca supiste c\u00f3mo hacerlo. <\/span><\/p>\n

Al final, gracias por no quererme porque me ense\u00f1\u00f3 a quererme a m\u00ed misma.<\/b><\/p>\n

I love my scars \u2013 both the visible and invisible ones. <\/span><\/p>\n

Cuentan la historia de una mujer fuerte que ha pasado por un infierno y ha vuelto para contarlo. <\/span><\/p>\n

I love every single tiny imperfection in my body \u2013 yes even my stretch marks, my weird nose, and my love handles.<\/span><\/p>\n

Me encantan porque son lo que me hace ser yo. Me dan ese toque especial que tienen todas las personas que se sienten c\u00f3modas en su propia piel. <\/span><\/p>\n

I love the sound of my laughter and my viewpoint on life since you\u2019ve been gone. <\/span><\/p>\n

Amo a la mujer que soy y en la que me estoy convirtiendo. Me quiero a m\u00ed misma y un d\u00eda <\/span>alguien digno<\/span><\/a> de m\u00ed tambi\u00e9n me amar\u00e1.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Me<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Night after night only one question echoed in my head: \u201cWill my heart ever stop hurting?\u201d My chest felt so heavy from all the broken pieces shattered on the inside. I felt like there was no way out of this situation. I was trapped in my pain.  Morning after morning I used to tell myself:…<\/p>","protected":false},"author":40,"featured_media":48608,"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":[29617],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-48604","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-heartbreak"],"taxonomy_info":{"category":[{"value":29617,"label":"heartbreak"}]},"featured_image_src_large":["https:\/\/herway.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/11\/shutterstock_1131482321.jpg",800,534,false],"author_info":{"display_name":"Tara Brown","author_link":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/author\/tara-brown\/"},"comment_info":0,"category_info":[{"term_id":29617,"name":"heartbreak","slug":"heartbreak","term_group":0,"term_taxonomy_id":29617,"taxonomy":"category","description":"Recovering after having your heart broken is tough. That's why I've decided to collect different stories of heartbreak - to help everyone going through the same.","parent":38,"count":146,"filter":"raw","cat_ID":29617,"category_count":146,"category_description":"Recovering after having your heart broken is tough. That's why I've decided to collect different stories of heartbreak - to help everyone going through the same.","cat_name":"heartbreak","category_nicename":"heartbreak","category_parent":38}],"tag_info":false,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48604","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=48604"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48604\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/48608"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=48604"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=48604"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=48604"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}