Why do we waste our time with the wrong person?
Today I found out that my neighbor — who has been out of a 10-year relationship for maybe six months at most — is happy again and is going to become a father. And I’m genuinely incredibly happy for him; we’re friends. Yes, men and women can be friends.
But it also reminded me how often we stay too long in relationships that do not fit us — men and women alike. Deep down, many of us already know after two months that something is wrong, yet we stay for years hoping the other person will change.
Then children come into the picture, and everything becomes even more complicated — including finding someone new if you eventually do want to leave.
I often wonder whether people would be happier if we had not romanticized “struggle love” so much. What if we could simply admit respectfully after a reasonable amount of time that things are not working, before children and shared responsibilities make it so much harder?
Can we normalize leaving when, after an appropriate amount of time, there is still no ring on the finger?We realize that we’re not compatible? I also believe that the struggle of finding someone after becoming a mother or father would happen less often if people did not have children with the wrong person in the first place.
I think, in the end, we all just want someone to come home to.
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