And when you choose a life partner, you’re choosing a lot of things, including your parenting partner and someone who will deeply influence your children, your eating companion for about 20,000 meals, your travel companion for about 100 vacations, your primary leisure time and retirement friend, your career therapist, and someone whose day you’ll hear about 18,000 times.
I remember the nervous car ride over. I remember trying to keep myself balanced walking toward him. I still remember the feeling of his arms wrapped around me in that parking lot. the feeling of touching someone I hadn’t touched in a month, the feeling of kissing him after talking about it for weeks. I remember crying for days when he left again, I remember being nervous as hell for college and him telling me I’d kill it and I’d be fine.
and one night, someone takes advantage of you. so you’re honest with him. and you honestly think he loves you enough to work through it. but he doesn’t. and he can’t.
how do you stop loving someone?
why couldn’t I just have a second chance. I’m a fucking mess. I haven’t gone an hour without crying my eyes out. My eyes are swollen, my head hurts and I can’t leave my dorm room. I’m miserable. I needed that second chance.