I will have trouble trusting anyone romantically in the future.
Sounds bad, right? I’ll become a bitter twisted picture of anger and sadness that people will use to feel better about their own lives. I’ll die alone in my apartment, eaten by an Alsatian. MY OVARIES WILL BE WASTED.
But no! It just means that someone amazing will have to earn my trust as no one has had to before. If they can do it, then they deserve to be with me. If they can’t, too bad. I don’t want to waste my time on someone who can’t meet my challenge.
