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I should have known it was going to be destructive. The intensity was present from the moment we met. It made me as uncomfortable then as it does now. Except now, my eyes are open wide and I understand the dynamic happening between us. The push and pull of it, one of us craving intimacy, one of us actively avoiding it, is maddening.

Six weeks. Six weeks was all it took for that intensity to explode and leave me feeling lost and confused. The worst part is there’s no communication about any of it. Any attempts are met with arrogance and condescension. I know now it’s no longer okay. It was never okay.

It’s so painful to untangle oneself from something so intense. Despite that, my mind has been opened to possibilities and relationships that wouldn’t have been there if it weren’t for this dynamic and for that, I’m appreciative. Six weeks was all it took to upend my life. 💔