Whenever I ended a relationship, I ran back to the same woman to avoid my loneliness. I just used her as I waited for something better.
When I became burned out with my life as a lawyer, I quit and left London. I moved to a small town and struggled with the slow pace of life.
I first studied law in Mexico, where students were more open to making friends. I then moved to the US and enrolled at the costly Columbia.
Columbia's classes and student life weren't worth the student loans. However, being an Ivy League alumni has granted me privileges when job searching.
When an old flame came back into my life, I cheated on my girlfriend. I didn't understand why I did it; I knew it was wrong. But I learned my lesson.
The woman I dated was engaged to another man. I found it thrilling to be her lover, but the situationship turned me into a toxic version of myself.