That everything is a choice.
I chose the relationships that ended badly. I lied to myself for years about how I didn’t see the red flags. But I saw them. I didn’t want to see them is the more correct answer. I made excuses because, at the time, I believed I wanted this.
We make choices all day long. To drive certain roads, a certain speed. To brush or not brush our teeth each morning. We choose to speak a certain way to others. Sometimes in anger, sometimes with love, sometimes not at all.
These choices sometimes have consequences. Horrible consequences at times. Other people can trigger us, but in the end, the choice is ours. Sometimes, it may be because of our situations. Others, well, just because.
So slow down. Pay attention to the choices you make each day. And make good ones.