Being bad at relationships is like slowly adjusting the focal points of your life, and only years after your breakup, parts of your past fall into focus. Making you see all the signs you missed the first time around. Making you feel embarrassed for how naive you had been. But you were raised that way. And so, when she stood there holding a knife inches from your heart, you had no instinct to recoil, to protect yourself. You stepped with a big smile into that blade, like the love of your life didn’t just betray you, but you had met her for the first time.