The Fall Girl

  It didn’t take long to land on a name for this blog -  The Fall Girl  is exactly how i describe my life.  It holds so much of what i have carried all these years - the memories, the heartbreak, the love bombing, the baiting, the gaslighting, the kind of love that teaches you more about survival than genuine happiness.  I was always the one who took the fall. Blamed. Misunderstood. Judged. Disliked. Talked ABOUT A LOT. I never understood the animosity - I'm guessing because I was always the fall girl in the story shared but the person i wholeheartedly trust. I didn’t let it break me though. Sure, i felt sad, it lingered, it stung. But i think as a young woman back then, it was easier to cope with emotions than it is now, in my middle age. It chipped away parts of me quietly. But it never reached the core of who i am. Even when it should’ve made me bitter or smaller, it didn’t. I’ve always been that giggly, confident girl at heart, the one who just wanted real ...