Check in, please. And hopefully it’ll get lost in translation.
When we leave one relationship and get into another, why is it that we somehow end up bringing the excess baggage with us? Are we so incapable of letting go of the past that we feel the need to hang on to even a little smidgen of it by our teeth? No matter how much we snipe and gripe that the ex-boyfriend was a douchebag, and the ex-girlfriend was a scum-sucking ho-bag, there’s always that little trace of them left in us that we drag along into the next relationship. That may not even be justified as excess baggage anymore, but more like masochism.
I’ve left all my baggage behind. And I don’t intend to pick it up ever again.