Decisions

All through elementary, middle, and high school, I had been the one making all the decisions. No matter how big or small, important or unimportant, I was the one making them. I had gotten to the point where, I don't want to be making them anymore. It was just so tiring. There were rewards for good decisions and of course, consequences on making the bad ones. It was a lot. Then, I started dating. I decided to let him make all important the decisions. Let him call the shots. If I didn't want to do it, I would tell him that I didn't want to. Thinking back, I don't think that I did that often. I was game for anything. I knew that I he would take care of me. I knew that he would be there for me, no matter what. It was a year and some odd months, when I made a decision. We broke up. Now, in my new relationship I have to make my own decisions again. Everything is up to me again. It's a very odd feeling to have. I guess this is how I made him feel. What comes around, goes around.. Or something like that..