I'm cookie dough. I'm not done baking. I'm not finished becoming who ever the hell it is I'm gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day, I turn around and realize I'm ready. I'm cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat m- or enjoy warm, delicious, cookie me, then that's fine
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And... I don't know if I'd co-sign 'too awesome' but I definitely deleted the parts of the draft of this that were about what he brought incomplete into the relationship. And the part where even if it was just my stuff, it's still pretty weak marriage-ing to bail when and how he did. That stuff mostly doesn't matter anymore. It's my mistakes I need to learn from. But I'm still glad someone else will say 'also he's a tool!' when I don't. :)
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Make it a learning experience for you, sure. But don't let the fault fall too heavy on your shoulders either. Publicly, who cares, but mentally, don't beat yourself up about it. Online it's hard to know where the line is between introspection, navel-gazing, and self-hate/blame, so I will tend towards telling you to shut up and enjoy yourself more often than not.
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