I often wonder about this aspect of my personality. In many ways, it's a valuable trait—not spending excessive time grieving, wallowing, or lamenting past relationships. I acknowledge the pain, feel the loss, and then continue walking my path. But sometimes, in moments of late-night reflection, I can't help but question: "Am I just a stone cold bitch?"
This can't be the whole truth. I'm extremely sentimental—I cry during movies and quite often find myself touched by life's small, simple moments. The contradiction lies in how, once I've decided a relationship needs to end, I rarely look back. I experience sadness and loss, certainly, but I become incredibly stoic. The juxtaposition is striking: ...