3 Ways to Tell If You’re in an Unhealthy Relationship

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Broken Heart

“The harder you fight to hold onto specific assumptions, the more likely there’s gold in letting them go.” ~John Seely Brown

It was Christmas night and I was ecstatic. He would be there any minute.

I touched up my gloss and gave myself a quick once over in the hallway mirror. Despite having had a hearty dinner at my Mum’s, my stomach was flat and my dress fit me like a glove, enveloping my curves perfectly. I was ready and raring to go.

Glancing at the clock, I wondered where he was. I double checked my phone to see if he’d text, but no—nothing. Oh well, he was only twenty minutes late. It was fine. He had probably just been held up or something.

I went and sat patiently on the stairs, looking at the front door and willing the doorbell to ring.

Two hours later he showed up. No apology, no nothing. I didn’t even get a kiss.

He staggered in, obviously drunk, and asked if there was any food. I led him into the living room and said I would go fix him something. Grunting in response, he made himself comfortable while I headed into the kitchen.

As disappointed as I was, now was not the time to pick a fight.

Colin was never reasonable when he’d been drinking, and I didn’t want a repeat of last time; I d…

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Broken Heart

“The harder you fight to hold onto specific assumptions, the more likely there’s gold in letting them go.” ~John Seely Brown

It was Christmas night and I was ecstatic. He would be there any minute.

I touched up my gloss and gave myself a quick once over in the hallway mirror. Despite having had a hearty dinner at my Mum’s, my stomach was flat and my dress fit me like a glove, enveloping my curves perfectly. I was ready and raring to go.

Glancing at the clock, I wondered where he was. I double checked my phone to see if he’d text, but no—nothing. Oh well, he was only twenty minutes late. It was fine. He had probably just been held up or something.

I went and sat patiently on the stairs, looking at the front door and willing the doorbell to ring.

Two hours later he showed up. No apology, no nothing. I didn’t even get a kiss.

He staggered in, obviously drunk, and asked if there was any food. I led him into the living room and said I would go fix him something. Grunting in response, he made himself comfortable while I headed into the kitchen.

As disappointed as I was, now was not the time to pick a fight.

Colin was never reasonable when he’d been drinking, and I didn’t want a repeat of last time; I d…

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