Hi Mule,
Sabrina here and I'm going to reveal the real reasons you can't get over the guy who
broke you're heart (hint: it's not what you think).
When the first guy I ever loved left me for someone else it was an experience so
horrific I would even go so far as calling it traumatic.
At first I went numb and felt like I was living someone else's life...like this couldn't
possibly be happening. After that came rage, sadness, pain, despair, hopelessness,
and longing...lots of longing. Longing for him to come back and say he was sorry and
be with me again.
My grief consumed every fiber of my being. There would be moments of distraction
here and there, but it was always lurking in the shadows of my mind, seizing every
opportunity to be at the forefront. This went on for weeks...months...and then I
woke up two years later and while the pain was nowhere near as strong, it was still
there.
I deduced that it must be because he was the great love of my life, my soul mate, the
man I'm meant to be with. I dated many other guys during those two years but
nothing could ever compare, not even close.
I ended up getting back in touch with that ex and while it didn't happen overnight, I
realized in time that he is (and always was), so wrong for me! How could I not have
seen it? Why did I waste all that time and energy pining away?
The answers didn't come to me until much later, not until started writing about
relationships and serving as an unpaid therapist for most of my friends who just
can't seem to let go.
The mistake I made was one that most women make. I assumed that there was
something wrong with me, that I wasn't good enough, that he was the only man on
the planet for me. If I knew what was really going on, and the real reason I couldn't
just release him and move on, I probably would have gotten over it much sooner.
Sabrina here and I'm going to reveal the real reasons you can't get over the guy who
broke you're heart (hint: it's not what you think).
When the first guy I ever loved left me for someone else it was an experience so
horrific I would even go so far as calling it traumatic.
At first I went numb and felt like I was living someone else's life...like this couldn't
possibly be happening. After that came rage, sadness, pain, despair, hopelessness,
and longing...lots of longing. Longing for him to come back and say he was sorry and
be with me again.
My grief consumed every fiber of my being. There would be moments of distraction
here and there, but it was always lurking in the shadows of my mind, seizing every
opportunity to be at the forefront. This went on for weeks...months...and then I
woke up two years later and while the pain was nowhere near as strong, it was still
there.
I deduced that it must be because he was the great love of my life, my soul mate, the
man I'm meant to be with. I dated many other guys during those two years but
nothing could ever compare, not even close.
I ended up getting back in touch with that ex and while it didn't happen overnight, I
realized in time that he is (and always was), so wrong for me! How could I not have
seen it? Why did I waste all that time and energy pining away?
The answers didn't come to me until much later, not until started writing about
relationships and serving as an unpaid therapist for most of my friends who just
can't seem to let go.
The mistake I made was one that most women make. I assumed that there was
something wrong with me, that I wasn't good enough, that he was the only man on
the planet for me. If I knew what was really going on, and the real reason I couldn't
just release him and move on, I probably would have gotten over it much sooner.
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