{"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":"non-e-altro-che-una-cattiva-abitudine-da-abbandonare-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/herway.net\/it\/non-e-altro-che-una-cattiva-abitudine-da-abbandonare-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Non \u00e8 nient'altro che una cattiva abitudine da abbandonare"},"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

Ora \u00e8 un po' diverso. \u00c8 pi\u00f9 attento. Non dimentica mai di venire a trovarvi durante il giorno. Si ricorda di mandare un messaggio dolce per la buonanotte. Trova sempre il tempo. Sta riconquistando la vostra fiducia. Sta facendo spazio per voi nella sua vita. Sembra che le cose stiano finalmente iniziando ad andare al loro posto. <\/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

Sapete che lo far\u00e0 <\/span>tornare di nuovo<\/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

Vi chiedete come faccio a sapere tutto questo? Lo so perch\u00e9 una volta ero voi. <\/b>Sono stata quella ragazza che ha aperto e risposto al messaggio quando tutto dentro di lei urlava di non farlo. Sono quella che ha creduto alle sue pietose scuse. Sono quella che ha confuso un'abitudine per amore. <\/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

Ero il suo porto sicuro. Qualcuno su cui sapeva di poter contare in ogni caso. Qualcuno di affidabile. Qualcuno che lo aspettava e lo accoglieva di nuovo. E lui navigava sempre avanti e indietro, senza curarsi del fatto che il porto fosse distrutto. Sapeva che il porto si sarebbe rinnovato quando lui <\/span>torna di nuovo<\/span><\/a>. <\/span><\/p>\n

Aveva ragione. Mi sono rinnovata. Perch\u00e9 ogni volta che sceglieva di andarsene, dovevo ricominciare da zero.<\/b> Dovevo risollevarmi. Dovevo trovare la mia autostima e curarla. Dovevo ricordare che anch'io sono importante. Che i miei sentimenti sono importanti. Che devo imparare ad amarmi. <\/span><\/p>\n

E non appena sarei stata meglio, non appena fossi andata avanti, lui sarebbe tornato. Lo riaccoglierei e sarei di nuovo al punto di partenza, con tutto ci\u00f2 che ho costruito lasciato in rovina ancora una volta, e ancora una volta, finch\u00e9 non mi rendo conto di aver toccato il 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>pi\u00f9 possibilit\u00e0<\/span><\/a>. <\/span><\/p>\n

Da quel momento, tutto nella mia vita ha preso un corso diverso.<\/b> Non \u00e8 successo nulla da un giorno all'altro. Nonostante tutto, avevo bisogno di tempo per guarire. Ma alla fine le cose sono migliorate. Ho smesso di sprecare la mia vita per lui. Ho iniziato a vedere il mio valore. Ho scoperto quanto sono pi\u00f9 felice senza che lui invada costantemente la mia vita. Ho trovato la pace a cui non rinuncio. <\/span><\/p>\n

Nemmeno voi dovreste. Meritate molto di pi\u00f9 che passare la vostra vita ad aspettare. Di passare le notti a piangere. Di passare le giornate a sperare. Meritate di essere felici. Ti meriti una persona migliore<\/a>. Ti meriti di essere tu stesso.  <\/span>Quindi, la prossima volta che arriva un suo messaggio, una sua telefonata o un qualsiasi tentativo di rientrare nella vostra vita, cosa farete? <\/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\/it\/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\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17970","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/40"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17970"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17970\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/18420"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17970"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17970"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17970"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}