Six.
It's time for me to let go of the past. My longest and most serious relationship lasted six years. It wasn't the healthiest. In fact, it had a rocky start, and a rocky ending. We both projected our insecurities onto each other, like a tennis ball being hit back and forth over a net. We were two loners who found solace in each other. Two hurt people who used their defensiveness like a shield to protect a heart that had been hurt so many times. The loneliness was soon replaced with co-dependency. In my last relationship, I was cheated on. The trauma of that tore through our relationship like a knife. Paranoia. Insecurity. Trust issues. Checking your phone, reading your messages. You always told me you had nothing to hide, and it was true. You let me go through your phone, despite it making you uncomfortable. And then - one day, I just stopped. I stopped caring. I realized all this energy I put into being scared of getting hurt again was pointless. Then, the Zoloft came. Zoloft...
