Ah, the new year. It makes you reflect upon your life, take stock, and ruminate about the mistakes of year’s past. It can’t be helped. Last year, well, I was pathetic.
I let someone treat me badly. I think that is far more upsetting than the relationship ending. It was sneaky. It was slow. It didn’t start out that way. It didn’t happen overnight. It was his slow dwindling affection. He became less and less concerned about being nice to me and I put up with it.
I’m ashamed of myself. I’m angry at myself. I didn’t take very good care of myself. I hate that. Sometimes I still have this vague feeling of betrayal about it all and not just because of him.
Although, the other thing about the new year is that it makes you think of the future. I will learn from last year, I will not make those mistakes again and maybe I’ll have to toughen up a bit. Or, at least, appear tougher.
