I was so desperate for him to love me, to want me, to fight for me that I was literally grateful for any mere scrap of effort. I’d made so many excuses for his inability to treat me well that even the smallest gesture was amplified in my head.
Did I hit a spot?
Most people are able to relate to this quote.
If you are OR were a martyr in love, I’m 101% sure you’ve been in this situation and like everywhere else, you’re coined as someone stupid or desperate.
