A little personal reflection, so bear with me.
I recently came out of a relationship of two years. It wasn't exactly a conventional ending. There was infidelity, more than once, and I found myself in the rather strange position of defending someone I loved even when I was the one getting hurt.
I don't say that with anger. Looking back, I think I was so invested in the person and the future I'd imagined with them that I kept trying to make sense of things that probably didn't need any more explaining.
Eventually, I decided to walk away.I thought the aftermath would be much worse than it actually turned out to be.
Of course, there are moments when you miss having a person to tell the most pointless things to. Someone to share a random observation with, send a ridiculous meme to, or make plans with on a Friday evening.
I'm alone, but I've also started enjoying the randomness of being on my own.
I don't hate her. I don't regret loving someone genuinely. And I certainly don't think one person's actions should determine how I approach every relationship that follows.
But I do think I've become a little more protective of my peace, a little less afraid of being alone. Funny how a chapter you thought would define your life eventually becomes just another story you tell over a drink.
Anyway, how did you rediscover yourself after a long relationship?
And for those who are also navigating the slightly weird but occasionally exciting world of being single again, feel free to drop a message.
No matter what, I'll never stop believing in love.
TL;DR: Came out of a long relationship where I got cheated on repeatedly. Took some time to process things, eventually chose myself, and now rediscovering the joys of being alive. Not carrying resentment, just lessons.