Everybody has one. The one bad breakup. It’s the breakup that affects you years after you moved one, got on with your life. It is the one that always manages to find its way back into your life, whether you like it or not.
Recently my bad breakup returned. It’s not a matter of not being over him. I am. I let go. I am a better person, a stronger person. However, years later, I still cringe when I see his name, or his face, or hear his voice. I become angry with myself because I still let him affect me. I am reminded of a time when I was weak and he took advantage of that weakness. I let him belittle me, I let him feed me ideas about our future that I knew could and would not occur. He fed me lies, and I allowed myself to believe them.
I do not like be reminded of that period in my life. No one does.