Denial addiction (Part 1)

Given that it's only 7 days away from the anniversary of my most recent qualifier dumping me, I found an article that is extremely apropos. In my case, after he dumped me, I allowed him to come back 10 days later and decided to enter into a friends with benefits arrangement. This charade lasted another 6 weeks. Why did I agree to this, you ask? Well, clearly he was a handsome, intelligent, and funny guy with so much to offer and I had so little to offer; I needed to be satisfied with the crumbs he threw me every now and then because "beggars can't be choosers", after all. He was so charming and charismatic and the sex was simply out of this world. I felt blessed with the fact that he would have anything to do with me at all, especially given the list of negative qualities he verbalized on the phone the day he dumped me.
Now almost 1 year later, I am extremely saddened that I ever thought that little of myself to allow that type of horrific treatment. And to think, I gave this man every part of myself: my body, my mind, my emotions, and for a time, my soul. He was not worth ONE SECOND OF MY TIME. He was not worth one tear I shed for him nor my kindness. However, I do feel extremely grateful that I now realize all of this. It might have taken me a year but I will never allow myself to be treated that badly again! (Check back tomorrow for the awesome article!!!)