I need to do things right this time. That must be why time travel exists, why the hitchhiker showed up on my street and hopped into my car. To set things right.
Life doesn’t slow down for us. It doesn’t wait for us to be ready. It doesn’t place things in the order in which we hoped.
Everything was great until I fucked up.
Love yourself, before anyone else. As selfish as it sounds, you come before anyone else. Love yourself and everything that you stand for.
I’ve tried to rationalize what I’ve done by listing every grievance she’s ever caused me, but none of them warrant my actions.
Embrace the mistake, accept the temporary pain, and apply what you’ve learned through this situation to the rest of your life.
You stopped loving them the way they deserved to be loved; you stopped fighting for them the way they needed to be fought for.
I stumbled a little.
I mouthed I was sorry.
You grumbled and shoved passed me.
“I wish I didn’t marry my husband.”
The point of such radical honesty is supposedly so the recipient can see the error of their ways and improve them. In theory, it makes sense. When a defect is pointed out, you don’t waste time bitching, you fix it.