Yesterday I mentioned that I watched a podcast that led me down a rabbit hole of podcasts. I just wanted to share it with you in case you're interested. I love the conversation these two men are having about love and relationships. Feel free to bookmark this post to come back and watch this when …
I don't expect my partner to change and honestly I don't think it's fair for me to. I do hope that they'll grow but fundamentally change who they are? No. I wouldn't want someone to want or expect me to change in order to be with them. If that's the case, I'd just rather not be with them. If you can't love me for who I am, as I am, then it's just not a fit.
I have to admit I'm pretty proud of myself. See, when you're going through a break up, a small part of you wishes you could get back together. Even though I know this is for the best... It's like there's a disconnect between my brain and my heart. My brain logically understands this is the best thing for everyone involved. My heart feels otherwise.
I want to mourn this loss so I can realize that often times, it's the very failure that puts us on the path to success. Because that's what this feels like right now- an epic failure. But I can't dwell on that because even though it wasn't all good it wasn't all bad either. We had some good times together and I can't help but believe we served a purpose in each other's lives (even though it wasn't what either of us thought).
I wanted to make it work at all costs. I tried everything I could. Until I knew I was holding onto the fantasy of what could have been instead of accepting the reality of what was. We went back and forth on what to do. Whether to stay or go our separate ways. But in the end it was clear, the best thing to do was to walk away.