I had really thought I had a handle on my self-worth and self-confidence. I mean, I knew I still had issues, but I at least thought I was improving.
Today I had a startling realization that confirms the opposite.
You see, I can’t get angry with the object of my affection out of fear that I would no longer be the object of his affection.
And that’s retarded. And unhealthy.
But that’s how it’s always been with me. And I realized today that it is still true. Because I did get angry, but I couldn’t show it.
Oy vey!
