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i’ll never fault someone for leaving me
even if it means i don’t get to go with them.
i always know when it’s time for me to leave.
whether it be a job, a friendship, a relationship, a location, or even an entire life plan — something i appreciate about myself is my ability to act on instinct and sever whatever tie is hindering me.
and this isn’t to say everything and everyone i cross paths with is doomed to an eventual inevitable ending — they’re not.
but i do know that i’ll never stay where i no longer wish to be, and that’s propelled me into a life i used to dream of.
i think the act of people leaving can often be demonized, and i first learned that the general consensus is you’re not supposed to walk away back when my dad disappeared.
as much as i cannot stand the dude, my distaste for him stems from what he did to me before leaving — not the leaving itself.
i never felt abandoned in the way i was expected to feel. even at the age of six, i held my current belief that no one should stay in places they don’t have any desire to be in, so i didn’t mind his absence.
of course, like any action you take, leaving someone or something behind will yield consequences. and you have to accept those.
i think if you leave, you should stay gone because it is not fair to try re-entering someone’s life after making an exit.
but in my experience, nobody benefits from forcing things to work out. …
