C'est très triste de laver le linge et de se rendre compte que tu ne peux pas laver justement celui que tu portes😭😭 t'auras toujours des vêtements sales même si tu essaies de repartir de zéro
You call her toxic now, but you met her when she was kind, open, and trusting. She became guarded because you kept hurting her, reactive because you kept crossing lines, and tired because she kept choosing you while you chose yourself. That wasn’t toxicity. That was damage.
Breakups in your 30s hit differently. It's not the same as heartbreak at 21. At 21, you cry, vent to friends, go out, distract yourself, and somehow you heal. Back then, life felt long, full of possibilities, what ifs, and( second chances). But in your late 20s or as you approach your 30s, it feels different. You are not only losing a person. You are losing plans, routines, and the version of yourself that was building a future with them.