There are many times I wish I could re-live. I would do so many things differently if time travel was a thing. Would have taken going to college seriously the first time I went. Would have picked different friends, most of them turned out to be snakes.
Would definitely redo high school again too. Especially marching band. I should have just kept to myself and not tell a person I thought was a friend about the guy in the drumline that I had a crush on. Asked her not to say anything to him. Next thing I knew, half of the marching band knew, including him. She even flirted with him in front of me.
But the time I wish I could go back to was when I was living with my at-the-time boyfriend in 2019. Not entirely terrible, but I wish I would have stood up for myself more. At the time, I didn’t want to be seen as difficult or a bitch. So, I remained silent. I put up with a lot more than I should have. Took a lot of shit from him. I should have had more respect for myself and set boundaries with him.
Looking back, I learned that it didn’t matter how soft I was. How helpful and giving I was. Didn’t matter how feminine I was, and how many times I went out of my way for him. An abuser is going to be an abuser.
Today, I am doing much better. I am learning to value myself and to set boundaries. Going to be more selective with whom I share my time with, whether it be friends or a romantic partner.
The Quiet Hustle 
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