I wonder if I could have done things differently, but then I realize that I handled things in a fashion way more mature than I felt. I was not wrong in anything I said, or did. I just have no room in my life for people who invalidate my pain, and how I handled healing, especially when they were the cause.
It's a sad reality that we can never again be in each others lives, but they are the ones who chose that, not me.
I gave chances, and I told them what needed to happen in order to move forward. They wanted to pretend none of the pain ever happened, and that is not something I can do. I can not be the person I was before, because that pain, and the growth that followed, are who I am now. How will I explain who I am now if we ignore the catalyst that started the process?
