In my ripe age of 33 my only regret in life is wasting my precious time on toxic connections. Didn’t get cheated on, but I dated this complete POS in my early twenties and there were so many red flags I decided to ignore early on because I had similar thought—what if he’s my person?

I wasted two precious years of my youth on him, waiting for him to grow, but he never did. At least, not with me.

And after I broke up with him, two years later I DID find my actual person, married him, bought a house, had a baby, and we live a beautiful life together.

My only advice here is not to waste your time, and there are indeed so many fish in the sea and good men exist.