Talk or walk?
Hold or fold?
Make up or break up?
I hate it when a relationship falls apart. Either I’m in complete denial about the situation or I believe I have the power to fix whatever breaks. Sometimes I forget the other choices…the choice to not fix, to not hide in a fantasy, to face the truth and to take the path that’s best for me.
It doesn’t take long for reality to take over. Then I remember I have choices. In the end it’s all about what’s best for me.