Turn off your phone. One more phone call or text from family asking if you’ve had the baby yet as if you have forgotten to tell them and you’re gonna have a meltdown.
Getting pregnant is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
I could rattle off dozens of little sayings and quotes and tidbits of advice. I could even make a cute checklist of how to heal or how to grow or how to love yourself genuine and to love yourself kind. I could make a checklist or write something like “12 Reasons You Know Someone is the One”.
“Not every day is a good day, live anyway. Not all you love will love you back, love anyway. Not everyone will tell you the truth, be honest anyway. Not all deals are fair, play fair anyway.”
The person you love should not make you feel obligated to give them the very last drop of you, when you need it to survive, just to give meaning to their I-can’t-live-without-you’s.
When I was 19, I thought I had it all figured out. All of my eggs were in one basket and I couldn’t have been happier about it. Until I wasn’t happy anymore.
My advice to anyone who is currently battling an “almost” relationship is to demand what you really want.
They come running back, sucking up to you, you take them back, and guess what? They still suck.