I was in love with the wrong guy.
He wouldn’t introduce me to his family because I have tattoos. He cared about going out to be seen and wearing designer brands. He wanted kids. (None of these things are wrong, just not what I want).
I’m pretty sure he cheated on me.
We were great together in a lot of ways. And we weren’t in a lot of other ways. Sometimes it just isn’t right. And that’s ok.
I was heartbroken 💔 for YEARS after that relationship ended. I didn’t think I would ever recover.
Because being so broken is eventually what forced me to get really specific in what I wanted. To not settle for anything less. To speak my truth, set my boundaries, and to be ok with walking away if my needs aren't met.