I think we know, deep down, when a promise can’t be kept, but we give them another chance, and another, and another… until finally, we’ve had enough.
An opportunity, a person, a place… something.
“Sometimes it’s their fault, yes.
But most of the time it’s your fault.”
From Anna, who had this taped to her fridge.
For you. For the crushing. For the last days of hell. I will not be in this corner once again.
