The mistakes I have made in my life are just that, mistakes and not something to measure all my proclivities against. I am not perfect nor will I ever be perfect. The mistakes are learning moments, teaching moments so they aren’t or weren’t in vain.
The one thing I wish I had done differently was ending a relationship sooner rather than later. I stayed even though I couldn’t stand to be around him and the feelings were the build up to the betrayal on his part and although I thought I had forgiven him for it, in reality I accepted less than I was worth. Part of me felt like I was being the bigger person, but in reality I was miserable and feared being alone. I had to let go gradually. And when it was over there were no tears, just a heart that had been battered and bruised.
I spent many years healing from the time but I learned my self-worth, my own peace and knowing what I wanted in my next relationship.