Why I Can Only Blame Myself For What Happened Between Us

My optimism took over and blinded me to the truth.

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By Kristen Buccigrossi

There are days when I look back and can do nothing but hate you. 

I think about all the times you made me feel jaded, all the times that you made me feel neglected, all the times you made me feel inadequate.

I remember all the tears that were shed and all the moments wasted fighting for your attention. I think back to all the moment that I felt like a hollow soul and I question how I let it get this far.


But then I look closer at the pain and I realize, I am the only one to blame.

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I should have been more observant. 

You weren’t interested in what I had to say and you made it clear, but I still stood there screaming at the top of my lungs.

You were clear that you didn’t want to be a part of my everyday life, yet I kept inserting myself in yours, trying to make you see how good it could be.

You didn’t have to say you didn’t want me around, your actions said it all. I just had my eyes shut too tight to see it.

I shouldn’t have been so naive. 

You weren’t interested in making my life a romantic comedy, yet I still dreamt it up in my mind that way.


You weren’t interested in anything more than a fling, but in the movies, they always change their mind; you will, too.

You never did anything to make me think that this was going to turn out the way I was hoping that it would. My optimism took over and blinded me to the truth.

I shouldn’t have been such a pushover. 

You stuck to your rules and I buckled on mine.

You told me you weren’t ready for a relationship and I changed my needs.

You always managed to get your way and I always managed to let you have it. I always thought that making you happy would make you see things differently. I was wrong every damn time.

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I shouldn’t have been so available.

You were always making plans last minute and I was always one to come running. You had an hour, I would be there in a minute.

I would change my plans, I would go out of my way, I would stop the world if it meant that I got to spend just a moment with you.

You were selective with your communication with me and I always picked up for you no matter what.

I shouldn’t have let myself fall alone. 

You never really told me how you felt and yet I was telling you my feelings every chance I could.

You drunkenly told me you liked me once and I was ready to propose.

You never made an effort to even properly take me out on a date and yet I was there falling for a stranger I knew nothing about.


You let me fall on my own and I was the one who had to catch myself on my own.

When I look back, I can’t hate you. 

I am frustrated by the way you treated me. I am irritated that I let you manipulate me in such a condescending way.

I am confused as to what you ever really wanted from this in the long run.


But, more importantly, I am disappointed in myself, because I could have prevented this from happening all along.

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Kristen Buccigrossi is a writer whose work has been published on Huffington Post, Pittsburgh Tribune-Review, Unwritten, and more. Visit her website for more.