Hey Cat and Trapt!

I would further clarify... what you guys posted.

There was a time where I would not have said that.

Hiurt people, hurt people. And I hurt when I came here.

I needed boundaries because I had expectations and because I had not healed.

I did not understood what I do now.

So boundaries were needed.

The pain came from

expectations

from anger

from me feeling like a victim

from the fear of feeling taken advantage of

from me rescuing and fixing

from fear of being disrespected

from someone calling me a doormat.

from fear of my W making destructive choices for herself

from fear that I may get divorced.

That man no longer exists. His corpse is here and you can find him in these pages if you look back in time.

I am not ashamed of him because he died so I could live a better life.

And so here I am

Just steppin'

My goal is to some day be the person my dog thinks I am