In my last post I talked about the Los Angeles mansion I’ve been staying at and how nice it has been. At the same time I have been staying here I have been doing deep work around my relationships. In the last two years I have really done a deep-dive on my attachment style and trauma. Two years ago I was dating the safest person I’d ever dated. He was reliable, sweet, loving, and generous. He was stable, creative, and kind. He loved me and I loved him. But one weekend his brother visited and something shifted. He didn’t take my calls and he was distant. He assured me that it was just because his brother was in town, but something had shifted. After that things were never the same, and we grew slowly apart, him avoiding my texts and calls, until both frustrated, we broke up.
Letting Go of the Best Thing you Ever Had
Letting Go of the Best Thing you Ever Had
Letting Go of the Best Thing you Ever Had
In my last post I talked about the Los Angeles mansion I’ve been staying at and how nice it has been. At the same time I have been staying here I have been doing deep work around my relationships. In the last two years I have really done a deep-dive on my attachment style and trauma. Two years ago I was dating the safest person I’d ever dated. He was reliable, sweet, loving, and generous. He was stable, creative, and kind. He loved me and I loved him. But one weekend his brother visited and something shifted. He didn’t take my calls and he was distant. He assured me that it was just because his brother was in town, but something had shifted. After that things were never the same, and we grew slowly apart, him avoiding my texts and calls, until both frustrated, we broke up.