“Before I can live with other folks, I’ve got to live with myself.” -Harper Lee
I have a pocket full of excuses and blame. My marriage failed for a million real and true reasons. I can justify my choices until I’m blue in the face.
But really, it all simmers down to this: I wasn’t happy or healthy.
These years have taught me hard lessons about relationships and boundaries. Hard truths like- I don’t do relationships with anyone well. The heartache of pushing people away and/or letting them walk away is piercing.
It’s not you. It’s me.
This road I walk is the one I’ve chosen and I’ve broken hearts as I’ve tried to mend mine. I’m so very sorry but I also cannot apologize for taking care of myself.
Hard truths. Real lessons.
I’m learning to live with myself.
(repost from instagram)