Even at the time I think part of me knew, deep down, that nothing healthy could move that quickly. I just didn't want to believe it.
Reciting it back, it was textbook: I’m attracted to others with trauma of their own. I desperately try to make them love me and the more they pull away or treat me badly, the more I cling on. My desperation turns to rage and we break up in a toxic dumpster fire of character assassination tennis.