{"id":14986,"date":"2019-02-21T08:56:09","date_gmt":"2019-02-21T08:56:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/herway.net\/?p=14986"},"modified":"2021-08-12T08:53:08","modified_gmt":"2021-08-12T08:53:08","slug":"o-amor-quebrado-encontrou-o-caminho-de-volta","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/o-amor-quebrado-encontrou-o-caminho-de-volta\/","title":{"rendered":"O amor dele quebrou-a (mas ela encontrou o caminho de volta)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Estava sempre a perguntar-se: E se tudo corre mal? E se ele lhe partir o cora\u00e7\u00e3o? E se ele fizer asneira da grossa, ser\u00e1 que ela sobrevive? Ela estava cheia de \"e se\" quando se conheceram. A vida ensinou-a a n\u00e3o confiar apenas numa cara bonita ou em palavras lisonjeiras.<\/p>\n

Mas havia algo dentro dele, tanto diab\u00f3lico como angelical, algo t\u00e3o forte que a mantinha agarrada a ele. Ela ignorou a sua intui\u00e7\u00e3o porque pensou que era apenas medo e arriscou com ele. E por muito que tivesse quebrado<\/a> ela, ela f\u00e1-lo-ia de novo.<\/p>\n

No, she wouldn’t go back to him. But she realized that she was not about to spend her life full of regret. All those moments with him were the best and the worst she had ever experienced. They were the closest things to heaven but they were also hell itself when it all went down in flames.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Quando o conheceu, sentiu-se viva de novo pela primeira vez em muito tempo. O sentimento de estar apaixonada tornava-a t\u00e3o radiante. Podiam ver-se brilhos de alegria nos seus olhos. Ele estava a fazer tudo bem. Dava-lhe toda a sua aten\u00e7\u00e3o. Ela gostava das pequenas coisas, como as mensagens de bom dia e os beijos de boa noite. Ele esfor\u00e7ava-se para lhe mostrar o quanto ela significava para ele.<\/p>\n

He was someone she could have fun with and laugh with but also have serious conversations with, about anything, for hours. It felt like he was somebody she could lean on. Finally, someone she could trust. But she couldn’t be more wrong as that was just a mask he was wearing to win her over.<\/p>\n

Parecia que ele estava a fazer tudo de prop\u00f3sito, como se tivesse tudo calculado e planeado. Ele era como um anjo at\u00e9 a conquistar e at\u00e9 se certificar de que ela era toda dele, acontecesse o que acontecesse. Era quase como se o seu plano principal fosse usar o amor dela contra ela.<\/strong><\/p>\n

When he knew for sure that her love was genuine, that’s when the manipula\u00e7\u00f5es<\/a> come\u00e7ou. Ela quase n\u00e3o reconheceu os sintomas porque ele era muito h\u00e1bil. Sabia o que dizer e como o dizer. Sempre que ela se zangava com ele, acabava por pedir desculpa ou por falar de algo completamente diferente. Ele tinha esta capacidade de dar a volta a todas as hist\u00f3rias de acordo com as suas necessidades.<\/p>\n

She was blinded by the love she had for him. He manipulated the way she saw things. He wouldn’t call for days and would come back saying it was her fault, that she should have tried harder. Every time she complained about not seeing him as much, he would always call her clingy or too needy. Not to mention that every time she had a rough day he would make it even worse by calling her overly sensitive.<\/p>\n

Ela n\u00e3o fazia ideia do que tinha acontecido \u00e0quele homem doce, am\u00e1vel e solid\u00e1rio. O homem que estava mesmo ao lado dela dizia-lhe que a amava, mas tratava-a como merda a maior parte do tempo. Ignorava-a, fazia-a sentir-se in\u00fatil e irrelevante, e depois, quando via que ela j\u00e1 estava em baixo, chegava e salvava o dia; o mesmo dia que ele, sozinho, tinha arruinado anteriormente.<\/p>\n

She felt like her perfect dream had turned into the most horrible nightmare that she didn’t know how to wake up from. Things were getting worse and worse. His behavior got so hard to handle that he would call her names and put her down every time he could and she was just holding on tighter and tighter to him, trying to fix the unfixable.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Um dia, ele deixou-a, sem mais nem menos, e passou para a sua pr\u00f3xima v\u00edtima. Ela pensou que ele devia estar a falar com a sua nova v\u00edtima como tinha feito com ela anos antes. Chorou muito enquanto estava na rela\u00e7\u00e3o com ele, mas chorou ainda mais quando tudo acabou, at\u00e9 ao ponto em que as l\u00e1grimas secaram e ela ficou entorpecida.<\/p>\n

Him leaving broke her so hard, even though people kept telling her she was better off. She had saved herself from his toxic paws. She should be thanking God because he had let her be. She was listening and she knew they were right but that didn’t make the pain any less.<\/p>\n

She went through a bad period for a while there. She felt so numb that she couldn’t feel all the good, all the people in her life trying to help her. She was beyond help until she decided to help herself, once she suddenly felt something shift inside of her. She felt some kind of hope and she discovered that she still had enough strength to fight for herself.<\/p>\n

Ela conseguiu. Mostrou-lhe a ele, a todos os que a rodeavam e, acima de tudo, a si pr\u00f3pria, que n\u00e3o h\u00e1 dor que a possa deixar de rastos para sempre. Sentiu-se como se tivesse sido despertada. Pela primeira vez, olhou para tr\u00e1s e viu tudo t\u00e3o horr\u00edvel como era. Viu todas as formas como ele a tinha manipulado e a tinha feito sentir-se in\u00fatil. Ela viu-o como o bastardo que ele realmente era.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Deixou-a em ru\u00ednas muito antes de sair da vida dela. Ele esgotou-a emocionalmente. Arruinou-lhe a autoestima. E todos esses jogos mentais<\/a> f\u00ea-la questionar a sua sanidade mental. Sentia-se t\u00e3o aliviada por tudo ter acabado. Agradeceu a Deus por o ter afastado dela. Foi a melhor coisa que alguma vez lhe aconteceu.<\/p>\n

Ela \u00e9 agora a mulher que sempre foi suposto ser. Ainda \u00e9 um pouco fr\u00e1gil, mas \u00e9 mais forte do que alguma vez foi. Ela tomou a sua vida nas suas pr\u00f3prias m\u00e3os. Encontrou o seu caminho de volta. Ela ri, trabalha, persiste, sonha, vive e ama-se a si pr\u00f3pria e \u00e0 sua vida mais do que nunca.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n

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She kept asking herself: What if everything goes south? What if he breaks her heart? What if he messes up bad, will she survive? She was full of what ifs when they first met. Life taught her not to just trust a pretty face or flattering words. But there was something inside of him, both…<\/p>","protected":false},"author":40,"featured_media":14989,"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-14986","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\/02\/carol-oliver-503360-unsplash-1.jpg",800,566,false],"author_info":{"display_name":"Tara Brown","author_link":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/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\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14986","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/40"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14986"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14986\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/14989"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14986"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14986"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14986"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}