But it’s good because now you can finally see it for what it was and you know what you don’t ever want to experience again. It doesn’t matter how long ago that relationship ended, because the lesson has been taught and you can finally heal and grow.
So weird when the glasses are finally off and basically broken for good. It’s like, wow. What in the world? I really went through that? That stuff really happened? Did I disassociate at some point? I don’t remember that happening, yet it did, and I allowed it?