Why I keep ending up in relationships that hurt me

You tell yourself "again." This time you had looked carefully, and you can't say when it turned.

It starts with something small. A sentence thrown out with a laugh, a message left unanswered for three days, an evening where he acted as if you weren't there. It stung, and within a second you had the reason: "he's tired," "he didn't mean it," "I can be hard too sometimes." You're good at understanding people, and it comes from real generosity. That touches me, truly.

But look at where you were standing in that moment. On the other person's side, not your own. So what follows comes without an alarm: each excuse makes the next one easier, and one day you can't say when it started to hurt. That's what it costs: you no longer quite trust what your gut told you at the beginning.

Does that sound like anything to you?

At the moment it stung, you were already on the other person's side.

I was wondering…

Who would have to be in the wrong, for you to get to stay on your own side?