I Used to Be A Fixer

Four years ago, I used to be a fixer. I got myself into a one-sided relationship and ended up with a guy who needed to be fixed. I never gave myself a chance to sit back and question my motives. Instead of asking why I constantly felt obligated to pick up someone else’s broken pieces, I ran to pick them up without a second thought. Being selfless made me think that coming second didn’t matter because I was putting someone else’s worthiness first. And in the end, rank doesn’t matter, right? I realized that the reason I was caught up in this relationship with this guy was because I believed I could save him. As a selfless, thoughtful, and giving person, I thought that I would be “the one”— the one who will change him. I thought that I could turn a cheater into a loyal boyfriend. I thought that I was able to help him walk away from vices. I believed I could help him get over his commitment issues and aim for a stable future with us. I trusted that I would be able to get rid of...