Someone asked recently if I’m the type of person who gives second chances? And my honest answer is that I’m the type of person that would also give third and fourth chances. In fact, when I look back at relationships with others over my entire life I feel like I’ve given million of chances to all sorts of people.

Family. Friends. Colleagues. People who are happy to take advantage of my generous nature. But also people in romantic or sexual circumstances. People who have let me down, people who have disappointed me, people who have said mean things to me, people who have treated me badly. But somehow at some point I feel like I’ve made it part of my personality that I’m a soft touch with others.

I remember that I had this roller coaster of a relationship with a very frustrating man online for awhile. He’d ghost me in the middle of a conversation, disappear for months. I once seriously searched online to see if he’d died to excuse his absence. He put me through the worry of thinking he was dead and I still took the man back when he came crawling back. I even wrote him this dramatic message all ‘I feel like my lot in life is to always love you and for things to never work out’ like … I was thinking it was romantic? That this guy was someone when really he was just one of many scumbags that litter the dating field with their bullshit.

So, whatever. I’m exhausted with collecting martyr points. There’s no award or reward for the number of times people steamroll over my wants, needs, or boundaries.

I’m no longer the type of person giving out those third or fourth chances. Get it right the first time. Do not fumble me, I’m worth more than that.