How To Fail at Flirting

by Denise Williams

I’d convinced myself it wasn’t abuse. I was educated, and I thought I knew better, so what was happening was something else. I’d thought it would get better, and when it didn’t, it was too late. I’d started to believe his lies, that I needed him. By the time I stopped believing the lies, I believed the threats.

You won’t know until you get out of your own way, give up on this idea of perfect, and give him a chance to love you, flaws and all.”

“It’s not that easy,” I protested. “No, but it’s not that hard.”