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When someone you love dearly hurts you in a way that they've hurt you before, you almost think you'll get used to it. The pain was there before. The issues were there before. But in truth, having it happen again and again, hurts even worse. It's like tearing into old wounds that will apparently never heal.
So when do you cut your losses? Take your scars and move on? You think you can do it. You even plan on it. Then when the time comes...you don't.
But you start to really think you should. So much of your self-concept is tied up in this other person, no matter how independant a person you are. They make you feel worthless and everything you have, no matter how significant, suddenly means nothing.
The last time I really cried was in N.Y. so I find this odd that I even can now. I guess that's what losing a false sense of security does.
So when do you cut your losses? Take your scars and move on? You think you can do it. You even plan on it. Then when the time comes...you don't.
But you start to really think you should. So much of your self-concept is tied up in this other person, no matter how independant a person you are. They make you feel worthless and everything you have, no matter how significant, suddenly means nothing.
The last time I really cried was in N.Y. so I find this odd that I even can now. I guess that's what losing a false sense of security does.