Life has a way of teaching you lessons in very hard ways. After my first relationship ended, my friends advised me to find someone else, which I did, and that was the beginning of yet another problem. He was a good guy; he made me feel so relaxed and happy. He made me forget about my pain. I shared everything about myself with him. He was never judgmental. He made me feel so safe. He listened and offered advice. I never knew that nobody on earth, except yourself, can truly be there for you. He later broke up with me because my ex was disturbing me again, and he insulted me with everything I told him while we were together. It’s fine; humans will continue to be humans. The reason for my rant is that I need to find peace with myself. Yeah, I made a mistake by oversharing my problems. I never knew that you don’t share your problems with people; it’s never getting solved.
You just expose yourself. I won’t blame him for leaving me; he deserves better than me, honestly. He was a good guy to me until he got tired. But my conscience won’t let me rest. Every day of my life, I keep hearing, “It’s all your fault.” My mind keeps telling me that I ruined that relationship with my truthfulness, by oversharing my problems with him. If I didn’t, we might probably still be together. But what’s the point of a relationship where I can’t share my problems with my boyfriend? I’m even scared of getting a therapist or talking to anyone. I don’t want to talk about my problems to anyone. I won’t lie; he was a good guy. I honestly wish he finds a better woman than I am. He deserves better than me, who had an ab0rtion in my previous relationship.
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