He opened his mouth and the words spewed out. I’ve been a victim of a relationship that I so desperately wanted to work out. It didn’t. It suffered. I was cheated. I lost.
It’s the way my brain works, he says. There isn’t an explanation needed. I am the way I am.
The world is full of bad people. I am the nice one. I always get hurt. Things never go my way.
I turn to him and say, you’re not a victim. I have loved, I have lost. I have been in bad relationships. I have stayed away from them. I choose not to be a victim from my past or past relationships. I am a survivor.