I Was The Jealous Friend. Here’s How I Moved On From Being A Hater
I am not proud of myself for saying this, but it needs to be said: I have hurt a lot of women.
Many of my friendships died because I couldn’t help but be a vessel of anger, hate, and envy. I was mean as hell. No one wanted to be around me, and I don’t blame them.
I constantly compared myself to the women around me. I felt like I didn’t measure up. And I was always trying to be like them. There was a darkness inside of me that couldn’t be happy for anyone. I was miserable, and that misery…