More Post Secrets: Cautionary Tale




Sometimes we can only learn the hard way.
We ignore red flags.
We minimize stinging comments and say
"He/she didn't really mean it."

But guess what.
Being alone isn't so bad, 
as long as you don't take up
where that other person left off
in the emotional abuse department.



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