Find your way home.
Seeing my ex recently made me think that I am the villain. He's that good at manipulating the situation. He was in a such dark place, his words journeying out of his wounded ego. It was a pity to carry such low energy. He was enumerating the many times I have caused him pain and I was like: where in the world of childhood trauma are these coming from? I remember the same man years ago at that parking lot, I looked at him in such compassion. I just had it in me to take care of people, giving them what I hoped to receive back. This started with lunch money here and there. He'd drive, I'll do the rest. The gas money was paid by his mom and I wouldn't want to take that responsibility off her. There was something about wounded people I was so attracted with. When people would ask for my help, it'll always be a yes. I was taught early in life to be the people pleasing nice girl, always waiting for the next validation. We were a tag team wrestling life, but it felt
