My first breakup and my last breakups tore my world apart.
The first because I was young, the relationship was long and the circumstances were scandalous.
The last one because I was older and I thought I had things figured out.
In both cases, I became a version of myself I could barely recognise. Looking back, I would make such different decisions.
I would tell myself life was going to get better, and I would believe I was going to get stronger. I would tell myself to walk away sooner, with more confidence and more strength.