Fidatevi di me, non è emotivamente danneggiato, è solo uno stronzo
Let’s be honest here. How many times have we all found a gazillion excuses for a ex di merda e il suo trattamento ancora più schifoso nei nostri confronti?
I’ll be the first one to raise my hand. Love will do that to you.
Sono caduto testa in giù for guys who were all sorts of wrong for me and instead of facing it head-on, I’ve put up with so much crap, always finding an excuse for him; deep down knowing the real, painful truth and feeling so ashamed of myself on the inside.
That didn’t stop me from repeating that mistake a few more times, until one day I finally decided that I’m better than that. But up until that day, this was my sad truth…
Ricordo un ex in particolare che è stato un esempio lampante di cosa non bisogna mai innamorarsi ( che ovviamente ho fatto ).
Era un vero parlantina. He looked like a million bucks and he knew it. He was the type of guy who would never openly say how good he had it but he made sure people knew… He was smug that way.
He had his way with the ladies and I can’t imagine any girl being immune to his charming ways and that gorgeous, self-sufficient smile.
I fell for him instantly. It was really casual in the beginning… coffee dates, lots of laughter, spending evenings at his fancy condo and feeling like I was on cloud nine. I never wanted to leave.
Le cose cominciavano a farsi serie e io iniziavo a provare dei veri sentimenti per lui. Non si trattava più di un'avventura sexy e divertente con uno stallone estremamente sexy, ma si stava trasformando in una vera e propria relazione in cui potevo vedermi con questo ragazzo per un lungo periodo.
Per un po', sembrava essere sulla mia stessa lunghezza d'onda e io ero letteralmente la ragazza più felice del mondo! Cosa potrebbe mai andare storto?
A lot…
What I didn’t know was how little I actually knew him.
The minute it started getting real, he became like a completely different person and I couldn’t recognize him anymore. I was completely invested in this and he took it all for granted.
Ero a sua disposizione ogni volta che aveva bisogno di me, ma era ricambiato? No di certo.
Gli ho dato il mio cuore e la mia anima, ma cosa ho ricevuto in cambio? Pezzi e pezzetti del suo cosiddetto amore e solo quando era conveniente.
Ero la migliore fidanzata he ever could’ve had but when I was going through a dark period, he wasn’t there for me. And the worst part is that I kept making excuses in my head.
If I was going through shit and he wasn’t there, I’d tell myself he must be going through something himself, I shouldn’t push him… If I needed him to pick me up after a long day and he wasn’t answering my calls, he must be stuck at work.
If I told him I loved him (which I really did…) and he said, ‘’Yeah, you too’,’ I knew what he really meant to say was, ‘’I love you too, baby!’’
I had a whole scenario in my head of what his crappy treatment actually meant and for a minute there, I felt better… I would convince myself of that in order not to completely lose it.
I was so crazy in love that I just couldn’t face the truth. I couldn’t say it out loud. If I did… it would become too real and I wasn’t ready for that.
Frequentavo un uomo che mi dava solo la metà di quello che io davo a lui. Non c'era mai completamente, ma era sempre sufficiente per tenermi lì.
He knew I didn’t need much. Just enough to make me feel like there was hope for us and I was hooked.
I am ashamed of how little I thought of myself. I am ashamed of how little I believed I was worth. It really sucks that we put ourself down for guys who aren’t worth our time!
È uno schifo sacrificare se stessi e il proprio tempo per qualcuno che non sarà mai quello che meriti!
It took a lot of tears and a lot of serious conversations with myself to finally admit that it wasn’t working anymore.
Why did I keep finding excuses for a guy who blew every chance he had to prove he loved me? Why did I let myself be treated so poorly for somebody who so clearly didn’t deserve me?
If he loved me, he would have been there! If he loved me, I wouldn’t have had to question it every single, painful day.
If he loved me, I wouldn’t have had to keep finding reasons as to why his fucked up treatment of me was actually justified.
It wasn’t! And it was finally time I put myself first, so I did!
It pained me like hell… but I left his sorry ass. He was only weighing me down.
And by putting up with so much shit, I was suffering in silence so profoundly that it was only a matter of time before I would explode…
No guy is worth this, trust me. If you feel like you’re not getting what you deserve—lasciare. Se il vostro uomo dà per scontato tutto ciò che fate per lui—don’t let it slide!
Tu sei una dea e lui non è altro che uno stronzo egoista e immaturo!
And the sooner you say it out loud, the better it’s going to feel!
He’s not emotionally damaged, he’s just an asshole! And when you’re finally brave enough to realize this, trust me — you’re never going to settle for less!
Once you realize your worth, there’s no going back.
