It’s interesting how relationships work – communication, trust, respect, love.
I have realized this more so over the past year than I ever have.
For those of you who don’t know, after my 4-year relationship ended, I wasted no time to date. I’m still trying to figure out if I did this out of spite, or if I thought I was truly ready to date.
Nonetheless, I trudged forward with someone who I thought would be a good fit. Initially he was, but I slowly realized his affection for alcohol. Any time we went out, he had to have a drink. On our way back from one of our nights out, he began yelling at me in public due to our differences in religion. I felt so embarrassed and asked him to please stop because people were looking at us. When we got onto the public transportation, he just glared at me, shook his head, and laughed. Okay, creeper! I brushed it off, until it started happening more and more frequently. Only, it wasn’t always with me. Sometimes he would start yelling at random people, and flailing his arms in public.
Throughout the duration of the year, my friends were trying to show me the red flags. Again, I had my blinders on, and didn’t see the issues like they did.
The icing on the cake was when I went to his house, looked in his backyard, and found a wooden table shattered into pieces. I then noticed white paint cans tipped over with paint dripping all over the concrete. I asked if his dog may have knocked things around, but he admitted he had a few drinks and took out his aggression following a football game where his favorite team lost.
Yes, there were other instances, but I think you can get the gist of the story from the two I listed.
I had never felt scared before in a relationship. I admitted to my friends the fears I had, and I finally got to the point where I had to stop talking to him. I knew by having the whole “Let’s stop seeing each other” conversation would blow up in my face, so I just slowed our communication until I put enough distance between us to tell him I was no longer interested.
I have been feeling a sense of freedom and relief since ending things with Josh. I have been happier, and I can only hope he can recover from alcoholism (or whatever his deal is…) and find a beautiful girl.
I wasn’t the person to save him from himself.
My biggest lesson learned during the course of the past year was to not stay with someone just to have a warm body by my side, and when red flags appear, to leave. I think I wanted to have that feeling of belonging and love with someone. I was essentially trying to replicate the wonderful relationship I had with my ex, with Josh. I would suggest taking some time to yourself to evaluate what YOU want, following the demise of a relationship. Attempting to spark another will not help, but only hinder any positive progress. I am now left putting the pieces back together of 2 failed relationships.
I have plenty of friends, family, and even my social network friends who care about me. I am incredibly thankful for everyone who stuck by me, even when they probably could say: “I told you so.”
I lived, I learned, and I won’t be doing that again!









