At what point does “being patient” in a relationship turn into abandoning yourself?
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I’ve been thinking a lot about how often we’re told to “be patient” in dating and relationships — be patient with their schedule, their healing, their confusion, their lack of clarity.
But where’s the line?
When does patience stop being love and start becoming self-abandonment?
When you keep explaining your needs and nothing changes?
When you’re always understanding, but rarely understood?
When effort is promised, but consistency never shows up?
I’m genuinely curious how others define that line for themselves.
What made you realize you were being patient… or just settling?