Looking back now, I genuinely wonder what I was seeing or maybe I was just a f**l😂😂😭
Anyway, ladies and gentlemen…
I survived that relationship and somehow still found love again.
Before I met my fiancé , I was in a relationship where my ex had one special talent…
Cheating and then coming back to confess. 😭😂
I never caught him red-handed o. Somehow, this man would go and do his thing and then come back to me himself like
And the most embarrassing part?
Mumu me would forgive him. 😭
Not once.
Not twice.
I would hear the confession, cry, talk, forgive, and stay… only for another episode to drop later. 😭😭
Until one day, I finally reached my limit and said ENOUGH.
The day I stopped explaining myself to everyone wasn’t the day I stopped caring.
It was the day I finally understood that I don’t need permission to choose myself. 🤍
And honestly?
That version of me is much more peaceful. 🫶🏾
There was a time in my life when I felt the need to explain EVERYTHING.
Why I made a decision.
Why I couldn’t attend.
Why I changed my mind.
Why I stopped talking to someone.
I thought if I explained myself properly, people would understand me.
I was wrong.
Because I’ve finally learned that peace doesn’t always come from being understood.
Sometimes peace comes from knowing who you are, knowing why you made your decision, and being okay with the fact that not everybody will get it.