I guess it’d been seven months that I’d been trying my best to hide my vulnerable self, trying to keep it under the rock.
I was attempting to be the bigger person in this particular case I no longer experienced in my life, but turned out being the bigger person had a hellacious price to pay, way more than what I had expected.
Had I realized sooner how detrimental the impact on my wellbeing is by being the bigger person in this case, I would’ve stayed as quiet as a mouse. The chance was there yet I didn’t do it. I actually thought I was doing the right thing.
Maybe sometimes not doing the right thing is the right thing.
I should have known better: the ego is a powerful escort. You’re shielding yourself without grasping how people around you get hurt along the way; and when you’re finally about to try to retrace what goes wrong, it will only take forever because you’ve gone too far.
