I’ve had men trying to tell me I’m crazy my entire life, and after awhile a person starts thinking maybe they’re right.
I mean, surely, if I was sane, men wouldn’t KEEP telling me I’m not. It had to be me.
It is only now, at 43, single with very little desire to be otherwise, that I’ve been on my own long enough to realize that it wasn’t me.
I wasn’t crazy.
They were assholes.
It’s not crazy to have emotions when someone is acting like an asshole a majority of the time.
I just had to fix the part of me that kept picking assholes.
But I gotta say, once I got boundaries and stopped letting them treat me like shit, my dating pool all but dried up.
Huh. Who knew?