When do you decide someone’s a hopeless case?” she says. She’s been describing a troubling pattern of mistreatment and then apology with her and another person. It’s been going on a long time. She’s very unhappy. And while she’s an optimist, she just isn’t seeing much improvement. Instead, the apologies seem more like placation. Smoothing over. With no intention to really change.
And just like that, I wrote, after several seasons of unrelenting, crushing grief and depression, I am finally getting somewhere.
I still don’t know where I’m going, but there’s movement.
I fear commitment. I do. And not because I can’t commit. I certainly can. It’s because I take it seriously.
In my dreams, you realize how great you are. You finally stop arguing with me — and the rest of the world — and you accept that you’re good, that you’re loved, that you matter.
I look forward to my alone time now… and thankfully I can make it materialize when the world seems to be too much.
Something happenstance can become expected by someone else, which can result in unexpected consequences.
I haven’t broken that trust I’ve started to extend myself. And I think I know why: It’s because I’m not focused on providing as much rest as possible. No, instead, I’m focused on my overall well-being.
“If you really loved me, you’d just know,” she says. And it’s then I know it’s over. That we won’t make it very much longer.
I’m watching you fight a bully. And it takes everything I have to not step in and fight on your behalf. But I do it for a simple reason: You asked me not to intervene.
Some of the best relationships I’ve had ever had — whether they were romantic, friendship, or some mix of both — were very similar to cold-brewing tea.
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