Loving hard is something that women do. It's in our nature because we're emotional characters. Some people would consider this a flaw, but not I. The flaw is allowing them to play on those emotions that loving hard causes. To get "got" once is okay; you learn from it. To get "got" more than once and now it's on you. There's something inside of you that attracts users, abusers, cheats, liars, etc. Something inside of you has a weak-spot for those idiots and you're allowing them each and everything to get you on a real quick move. All of that goes to say we all been used at some point in life. Some of us caught it right off and some didn't catch it until after the fact. Some still haven't caught on to it so the next person that comes in their lives--friend, mate--will do them the same way.
No worries, though. It can all be corrected. It's just gonna take time. The first thing you have to do is release it. If you have to write/blog it or you talk to your closet friend or whatever you use to cope, release that mess. The biggest test anyone will ever have to pass will be forgiveness because that'll hinder you and stop so many blessings. You can't walk around, blaming everyone and taking out your feelings on the next person because this loser played you. While they've moved on in life, you're still hanging on to the past therefore YOU can't move on.
After you release and forgive, move on. Let bygones be bygones and keep it moving. Once you've released it, don't keep going back to it--especially in a new relationship. The hardest thing for the new person to deal with is that "well xxx did this and that so you must be doing it to." No ma'am! No one wants to be constantly compared or held to the same standards as the last person and furthermore, no one wants to be living in YOUR past. It's the past for a reason.
So as I sign off, I'ma leave you with something Alicia Keys said and it makes so much sense:
A life perfect ain't perfect if you don't know what the struggle's for. Falling down ain't falling down if you don't cry when you hit the floor. IT'S CALLED THE PAST CAUSE I'M GETTING PAST and I ain't nothing like I was before. You ought to see me now.
Yes I was burned but I call it a lesson learned. Mistake overturned so I call it a lesson learned.

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