When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?
When I voluntarily got my heart broken. I should’ve expected it, all the signs were there, and I still went ahead and jumped into red-flag territory head first.
I was already way ahead in adulthood age when it happened. I used to judge women who cried because of men. When it was “so obvious” the man was “wrong” in all sorts of ways.
Then it happened to me. He was “the wrong one”, and I could see it, but chose to ignore it. “Just try,” I told myself. “You’ve never been in love before.”
I tried. I learned. I “grew-up”.
In Conclusion 