When you’ve been through abuse, when you’ve experienced bullying and harassment and /or emotional violence (sometime much more), it takes time to realize that all men are not like the one you’ve been with for « x » amount of time.
It’s hard to hear your friend complaining about her boyfriend or husband and to decide whether (or not) what they are dealing with is just “normal” argument between two people in love.
It’s hard to acknowledge that some people are really happy.
It’s hard to trust men again. It’s hard to open your heart.
It’s hard to be confident about you, about the power you have to set up the limits you need for your next relationship.
It’s hard to see friends happy and in love, always wondering “what if”?
It takes time to get over the past, to let go of all the feelings and emotions you experienced.
It takes time to realize that some men are good – good husbands – good friends – good dads. And that what they want is just the exact same thing you want.
It takes time to let love fill the space in your heart and rejoice for others happiness.
I’m still “in between”…
Acknowledging that some stories are good
Some meant to happen for a reason…
Others must be forgotten…
And many are complicated but beautiful.