I know I thought marriage was for life and that small resentments weren't worth worrying about. I have trouble now reconciling how wrong I was with how sure I was that I was right. It really shook me up to think at my core I wasn't who I thought I was.
I'm getting out of that finally and beginning to just enjoy looking at things with fresh eyes.
I think my achievements were always so important as a measure of my worth, that it seemed impossible to admit being wrong and accept defeat at marriage/family. Now I can be a flawed human being; it's going to be OK.
Yes, I think it is a thread of commonality in a lot of us. I will remember this
