No!
Don’t tell me.
Don’t want to hear that!
What ultimately ended things with my ex was telling the truth, it was about being honest with myself.
The last thing I said to my ex was “why are you so horrible?”
It feels rather tame now and I’m sort of laughing at it but, like I tweeted out earlier today, common sense is a myth, most don’t want to believe things because it’s awkward.
Why awkward?
It’s an obstacle to them getting what they want.
And you’ll know what this feels like. You’ve had obstacles. Fucking hell, I know I’ve encountered massive roadblocks.
But most of the roadblocks are me believing them, automatically assuming they’re correct, like a reflex response assuming I must take on other people’s words.
They deny the truth.
You deny the truth.
I deny the truth.
We all do it, to varying degrees.
I am trying acceptance at the moment, radical. Hard, hard, hard. Painful. Embarrassing. Humiliating. Humbling.
Process.
Work-in-fucking-motion.