Are flags red, or are they just reddish?
For my first relationship, I feel like, looking back, I wore rose-tinted glasses to hide all the red flags I didn’t want to see.
I’m sure I’m not the only one who did the same thing when experiencing love for the first time. I was infatuated with the idea that somebody liked me, so I tried hard to make it work, no matter how terrible I felt throughout the latter half of the relationship.
It lasted nearly three and a half years, far longer than it should have, but I don’t regret it, as I learned many lessons. Like what I should expect from my partner, what makes me happy, and most importantly, how to love myself in the ways I needed rather than what I was told.
Initially it felt like I was reaching while he was settling. Along the way, however, I found myself settling, disregarding the beliefs I thought were important to me. Does he respect my feelings? Did my happiness matter? How were his relationships with his family? Did he take accountability for his finances and career? Does our future line up? Did he care about where our relationship was going? Were there more happy tears than sad? Does he smoke too much, drink too much? Why does his room always feel like a game of “The Floor is Lava”?
It didn’t occur to me that my disappointment stemmed from my moral weakness. I thought that since he had more experience, he knew more.
Until he said he wanted me to experience the “broken heart of life, now you should explore what else can hurt you.”

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