Me, too. My marriage did a number on my...

Me, too. My marriage did a number on my self-esteem as well. I wasted my life looking for permanent love. I couldn’t accept adversity or negative change. Who can? I had a nice neat version of how life was supposed to be. I feel I was asleep in ways, waiting for someone to give me permission to live. Like a coloring book character waiting to be colored in. I remained like a piece of furniture not wanting to soil or be soiled. In my frenzy to be perfect, well….