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Why I Am Grateful to the Person Who Destroyed Me
Sometimes, the best thing a man you saw as your whole world can do is refuse to save you.
As a line from Interstellar goes — our favorite movie we used to share:
“Beyond the black hole, there is either absolute emptiness… or a blanket of new stars.”
Two years ago, the life I live today seemed like an unreachable summit. If back then — when I was literally drowning in the wreckage of a destructive, chaotic six-month relationship — someone had told me that I would become a completely self-sufficient woman, I would have simply shaken my head in disbelief.
Let’s be honest: when I was just entering into this bond, I was still in the classic, vulnerable state of a victim. I desperately, fiercely wanted someone strong to come along, take my hand, and somehow rescue me from all my storms and problems. It felt like that was the whole point of life, and if that person were to disappear, there would be absolutely nothing left.
When he first appeared in my life, something magical happened. Instantly, it felt as though I had known him for an eternity. “I have this feeling like our souls have been acquainted for at least two thousand years,” — these were the words I always told him. Knowing and sensing absolutely…
