What is the difference between the ego and the spirit?

Your ego always knows, and your spirit or soul doesn’t need to know. Your ego lives in fear. The ego dwells in the past and lures you in to play its little game. Your ego blames and it always needs to be right. It must have the last word and unleash its wicked tongue because it is insecure and scared and immature.

Your spirit or soul doesn’t care. It lives in the present moment, not in the past. Peace and joy are familiar feelings that flood the body, and when obstacles are presented, they don’t matter. They roll off your back. Whether your X-spouses’ lover sends narcissistic communication, or you hear that he is cheating again, you don’t feel a need to engage or respond because it is not in line with the good of your spirit.

So instead take the high road and practice love and acceptance. Know that the universe is guiding you to align with your spirit and become more connected. Gain strength from knowing that YOU ARE EVERYTHING, and that is enough. Trust that life is taking you exactly where you need to go.

Enjoy this new found peace in your life. Bring forth the best in yourself and embrace your fulfilled life. You’ll find that when you finally live your life in trust – in the present moment – and consciously – then you have fully healed and can and will become an inspiration to others.

You are a good person. You are fabulous inside and out, but you’re probably not in the right relationship at this time in your life. Once time has passed, it’s easier to see the relationship from another point of view and eventually the reasons why the relationship ended will become more clear.

But I knew my spouse so well…

It’s easy to feel blind-sided when you think you know someone so well. You know their patterns, understand their routine and can probably finish their sentences. In reality, no-one ever knows what is going on in another person’s head – and only that person knows why they left the relationship.

Maybe they have low-self esteem, or they need to feed their ego? Maybe something is missing or they simply want to move on? Maybe their intuition is saying “This simply is not the right relationship for me.” Whatever the reason, it doesn’t matter. It still hurts both parties. Just know… you will get through the grief in time.

8 Tips for Practicing Forgiveness

1. Become open to receiving guidance. Follow your intuition and insight. Sit in a quiet place and listen to your inner spirit. What is it telling you? Are you supposed to be following that dream that you’ve always had. The direction will be crystal clear when you listen – this is how you create awareness around yourself and figure out your life’s purpose.

2. FEAR, FEAR, FEAR. Learn to recognize when you’re being influenced by a thought that is ‘FEAR based.’ A fear based thought is ”I’m scared my spouse is going to leave me,” “My relationships never work out,” “Nothing good ever happens to me.” If you think negative thoughts, they will probably come true because you’re manifesting those thoughts into your life. Acknowledge it, and don’t give it power. However, another way to look at this obsession with fear is…maybe you’re manifesting those negative thoughts because YOU WANT a change in your life.

3. Give up your need for proof. Everyone needs PROOF. Put the pieces of the puzzle back together, but once you figure it out, move on. An example is “I need to know when and where my spouse had their affair.” Don’t get obsessed with the details. Requiring proof of every little detail will keep you from moving onto the next phase of your life.

4. Find the symbolism in the situation or relationship. Why was that person in your life? What did you learn from each other? What did that person teach you? What would you do differently?

5. Release the anger and the blame. Nothing happens to you. You make things happen and they happen for a reason. Take the time to be sad and angry and frustrated. It’s healthy – then release the anger and practice forgiveness.

6. Stay in the present moment. Refrain from living in the past or future. Right now, you are reading this article. PERIOD. You are in the moment.

7. Practice becoming more conscious of what you believe in and why. When you become clear about your own values and beliefs, what’s acceptable and what’s unacceptable, and where your boundaries are, then you will lead a more honest life and a life of integrity.

8. Be grateful. Try and be grateful for what you have. “I’m grateful I have a roof over my head,” “I’m grateful my children are happy and healthy,” “I’m grateful I’m not drinking dirty muddy water.” When you practice gratitude, it brings more positive energy into your life. Setting off a positive vibration will bring positive people into your life. And who knows…when you least expect it, another great relationship might fall into your lap.

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Jill came to me and asked me to share my story. Here is an excerpt.
I grew up in California, in a gated community with sort of Ozzie and Harriet neighbors. The women were all California blondes, except for my mother who looked exactly like Cher. She had been a ballerina and owned a dance studio. She was this beautiful, beautiful woman. And she was schizophrenic. So I grew up in this seemingly perfect neighborhood with a schizophrenic mother. No one knew except for maybe a couple of neighbors. Definitely no one in my world knew.

I was about seven or eight when I knew something was different. She would be talking about the aliens coming down to grab her, hearing voices, asking me if I heard those voices. I was like, “No.” I knew she was different, that there was a label for her, but it wasn’t explained very well. I remember asking my Dad to explain “schizophrenic” and his answer was, “a chemical imbalance.” That was supposed to be the only explanation I needed, and I got the message I shouldn’t ask too many questions about it.

At nine, ten, I was her best friend and confidante. She would share all her secrets with me. They were mostly secrets about her love life. She would say how she had lost her virginity to Lloyd Bridges and slept with other celebrities. And that she was “Miss Hawaii.” Her stories were mixed in with her worries about aliens so I never believed anything she said. She was very private but she’d share her secrets with me. I happened to be one of those ten-year-olds who listened, so a lot of people shared things with me. Even neighbors. Another woman told me her husband was having an affair and she was so confused. I listened and observed and was a confidante to the neighborhood women. At that time I thought I wanted to be a therapist.

I was never really a kid. I was quiet, a good listener, and someone who was responsible. I always had a sense of responsibility – and guilt. I always felt guilty that my mom was that way. She was very manipulative and controlling. I felt like there was no one else who was going to be responsible for this woman except for me. When she couldn’t explain herself I was her voice. I think even at that young age I felt some compassion too, because I was really her only ally. Dad completely checked out.

I have two younger brothers. One is a year younger and the other is ten years younger. My mom loved taking classes and dragged me to Las Vegas so she could have a singing lesson. No one knew it, but she got pregnant there and when we came back, my dad found out and didn’t believe in abortion. So she ended up having the baby, raising the baby as one of our siblings. Then she started saying she was with Dean Martin. We actually think the father was one of Dean Martin’s bodyguards. I don’t think it was Dean Martin. My dad ended up raising my little brother as his child, and none of us knew he wasn’t my dad’s kid.

During her pregnancy my mom would say, “I’m having this child so you won’t get pregnant and have kids at a young age.” And that was a constant mantra of hers. “I’m doing this, so you won’t do that.” It breaks my heart, that this mantra was said throughout my childhood. I don’t have kids. I’m forty-two. I really wanted kids. But throughout my life, even into my thirties, my mom would say, “Don’t have children, don’t have children, don’t have children.” She was constantly projecting her thoughts onto me. I knew she wanted fame and success, but because she had a family, her dreams were shattered.

Growing up with a mom who had that type of personality, I had no idea that it shaped my life, until now, really. I always thought, “I’m okay. I have my own life now.” I never went to therapy after growing up with this crazy, eccentric, beautiful, dynamic woman. I never realized I was attracting toxic people for basically my entire life. They were mostly alcoholic people with a lot of drama. And Mom was all about drama. She was like an entertainer type of personality. She was a very loving and protective mother but not in a normal way. One thing about my mother is that she was always very complimentary and loving. So from a young age, she built up my self-esteem, in all aspects – for looks and personality. But at the same time, she could take me down with just a few words.

The rest of my story and other great stories can be found in the book – SHAPED BY A SECRET by JILL BIROS

Growing up in Southern California, no event was ever benign. My life was filled with drama. Artists, alcoholics, and suburban housewives frequented our home and they always showed up with their greatly exaggerated stories. Their stories were so exciting, they could be material for a Hollywood movie. They made serious events interesting and their extreme emotion always ignited a reaction. My life was full of laughs and gossip and fabrication. It seemed real, but it wasn’t.

I remember as a teenager, my friend’s mom gossiped about a neighbors divorce and her story was filled with malicious intent. My instincts said that this gossip would one day bite her in the ass. And, of course, it did. Shortly after, she found out her husband was having an affair. He kept that affair secret for 20 years and the secret destroyed their family.

The problem is…when you grow up with drama, you attract drama. It lures you in like a pope to his alter prey and you find yourself engaging in behavior that doesn’t sit right in your soul. You engage. You converse. But something feels OFF. When a person finally understands that they have attracted drama into their life, they can see the sharks circling. The behavior is obvious. Intuitively, the body wants to pull away.

Who is that drama king or queen in your life? Watch them and listen. Are they waiting for a reaction from you? What you’ll notice…is that they won’t stop their story until they get a reaction. And if you don’t react, they will move onto their next prey.

It’s a stinging at first, that starts in your chest and then takes hold there until it grows another appendage which grabs at the stomach and takes hold there too. For months. Like it’s never leaving.  The way you imagine cancer behaves. Only it’s not cancer.  It’s grief.

People tell you you’re going to  be okay.  You’re going to be better.  ”One year from today, I promise.”  But you don’t want to hear that.  You want to know that the world in which you live is safe.  Like it has been for half your life.  That there’s a him at the other end of the table.  In the driver’s seat.  Cutting down the Christmas tree.  The him you love and have loved since your senior year in college.  The father of your children.  The one who walks through the door and has you smiling even when you’ve had a really bad day.  Like today.  The one who tells you everything’s going to be okay.

Only it’s not.  Not for now, at least.  And you don’t know when that now is going to be a then.  You are in full adrenal fight or flight, only you can’t control one damn thing except your mind.  And your mind is out of control.  Telling you that there’s something vastly wrong with you.  It’s your fault.  You are going to be alone.  You are going to lose your house.  Your kids.  Your mind.

And you know better.  You know that you can powerfully choose your emotions.  Even when it feels they are choosing you.  You know that you can choose calm and love and grace and forgiveness and gratitude and all that high road stuff.  Only you don’t want to.  Not today.  Today you want to bleed.  You know you have to bleed.  You know you have to feel it all if you are going to be okay one day.  Are you going to be okay one day?

It comes in waves and you try to breathe.  Sometimes that’s all you can do.  Just breathe.  And tell yourself, “I’m going to be okay.  I’m going to be okay  I’m going to be okay.”  But you really don’t feel okay.  At all.  And you don’t want to tell your friends.  You’re embarrassed.  You wished you lived in a huge city so you could go see every Woody Allen movie ever made and sit in dark movie theaters in the middle of the day and cry.  But you have kids and you need to make them breakfast and make sure their notebooks are signed and field trip forms and parent teacher conference slips.  And you have to make them lunch and hug them even when they tell you to leave them alone, and deliver them safely to school and watch as they cross the street with the crossing guard and wonder if there is just a little less spring in their step.  Can you see it in their eyes?  Are their happy childhoods over?  Can you have a crossing guard lead you to the rest of your day?  You really want a crossing guard.

And then you have to go to work.  But you can’t work.  So you play hooky.  You find yourself on your treadmill walking as fast as you can and crying.  You can’t focus on anything.  Not even “The View.”  Which used to be your guilty pleasure. Shhhh.  Now you just want to wonder if you will ever lose the monster that lives in your heart and stomach to calm.  Like it used to be.  When you knew you were loved.  And you believed in your future with this specific him.

I want you to know:  you are not alone.  It’s okay to bleed for now.

Laura Munson is the author of the “New York Times” best-selling memoir:  ”This Is Not The Story You Think It Is:  A Season of Unlikely Happiness.” (Putnam/Amy Einhorn)  Now out in paperback.  Lauramunson.com

Most of us have been told time and again that men and women are different. It shouldn’t be a news flash on the CNN ticker. The question is why does it take women so long to understand that men want just four simple things: food, sport, sex and sleep.

Preferably, they would like to watch football on a giant flat screen TV eating a big pizza with chicken wings on the side and a blow job during half time, after a short cat nap before the third quarter begins. It’s that simple.

Men seem to understand that a little romance, a dozen roses or a fabulous piece of jewelry will get a man exactly what he wants … sex. Women however, for all our juggling, multi-tasking, child rearing and keeping the home fires burning are just dunces when it comes to pleasing a man. We take it as a personal affront if our man wants to partake in any of the big four. Our needs are vast and for some reason we just don’t understand why are male partners can’t live up to the lofty requirements women have for happiness.

We crave romance, talking, cuddling, intellectual stimulation, we constantly want to analyze and over analyze everything. It is impossible for a man to satisfy all these needs. If a man can’t fix it, he doesn’t want to know about it. Don’t ask him because
you both will only end up frustrated and disconnected. If you want to keep you and your man happy, all you have to do are a few simple things in addition to understanding the primal big four needs.

1. Rely on your girlfriends, sister and mothers for all debriefing conversations about work, what happened to so and so, who was invited to what party and the fabulous thing you bought at the mall. Men just pretend to listen to this jibberish.

2. Remember when it is your time of the month your period is talking. This voice has nothing to do with reality and only confuses the male species. Immediately pick up the phone and call someone else whose period is talking and have a great chat about all your irrational fears and insecurities.

3. Re-train your brain not to nag. Men want to feel good. That is why they like the big four. All of those things give them pleasure. If you really want something from a man give him a compliment. It is called positive reinforcement therapy. Every time you give him a compliment his ego soars. He feels useful and knows you care deeply for him. Compliments are like money in the bank for women. Given enough compliments a man will do what you want without having to beg, cajole or plead. He will want to please you because you please him.

Ladies it’s that easy. Go home tonight make your man a great meal, put on his favorite sports channel, give him a compliment about how wonderful he is and fluff his pillow. Then sit down at the kitchen table pour yourself a glass of wine and call your favorite friend to talk about all the nonsense he just pretends to listen to. You are now on your way to a healthier, happier more harmonious relationship.

Relationship expert, Nicolette Michelle, is a contributing writer for the Break Up Guide.

Shock
At first it is just shock and awe. The total destruction of the life I once knew. The feeling can best be described as perpetual vertigo. Nothing is stationary anymore life starts to shed like layers of a snake unfolding. Driving in my car, I felt my body fly out of the sunroof forever leaving my old life. The road ahead represented the unknown. Who am I? Where am I going? How am I going to get there? Most of my time is spent suspended hovering over my body looking at the train wreck of my life. I spent night after night in a empty apartment wondering what type of time travel I had just experienced.

Precious Things
Did I really even want anything that belonged to that former life? This question I asked over and over again as I contemplated my precious things. My eyes cast around the precious things in my universe. The first thing I grabbed was the photo albums, next my jewelry then I started to amass a small assortment of odd precious things; my copper fava bean cooker from Egypt, a picture of the sunset off the wall, bedding and some pillows, a small Moroccan geode and of course my two dogs..What really matters from the life that has ended? What relics do I want to take with me? All the memories that I had as a whole are now just fleeting. I am the sole historian of those days. My story will never be contradicted again by my husbands opposing views. Once I decided on the precious things I had to get them. My shrink said that possession is 9/10ths of the law. He told me to back a truck up in the middle of the day and when no one is home and pack up my precious things and hightail it out of town. That is exactly what I did.

Mourning Old Life
Unpacking the precious things on the other side is a little like opening the Pandora’s Box of my relationship? I no longer have what I had. Everything looks a little different. It seems to be missing something. I mourn the things that are no longer there and loath the things that remain. I want to be free but I am still shackled by all that is in the past. It is impossible to create a new life when I am still mourning and living with things from the past.

Splitting two into one
Next, starts the spin. Sorting out the life I lead as a couple into the life of one. If only it could be as easy as splitting it all in half; half a couch, half a car, half a dog, half the friends along with half of your old self. In the end, the judgment and guilt dictate who gets the goods. Only I can rebuild the shattered other self that has been ripped from my being. Sometimes it is hard to tell if I even like the other half that is left. My discontent of the years past begins to surface. When did the crack start? Where is the small fissure that represents the beginning of the end?

What Happened?
Night after night I hash out the details, remembering things from years past; small looks here and there, situations that just did not feel right at the time. How long had this been going on? When did it start to unravel? The obsession is extreme until I have hashed out every incarnation imaginable. This stage drove the people closest to me batty.
Forgiveness
At some stage the pieces of the puzzle start fitting together. My part of the story starts to unfold. I see that I was culpable too. The break seems like a hologram where all sides are in view. My anger subsides as I realize the role that I played in the drama of my life. Now the blame shifts and gratitude takes its place. I appreciate the good and don’t dwell on the bad. Slowly I start to emerge, testing my new single self in the waters. What will they think of me? Where is the rhetorical “we”. It is a long process of cutting out the other part of me. Like conjoined twins the separation is a lengthy and delicate surgery. I go through this process so that I can regenerate and be a “me” again. Like a lizard that re-grows his tail, I begin to heal re-growing a new self where the “we” once took hold.

Identity Crisis
The identity crisis permeates every move I make. How do I explain myself? What is my story if I cut the other half out. At first telling people my story is like slow water torture. Little by little conversations become easier. A new self starts to emerge. I no longer reference my ex in every sentence. Slowly, my life as a “me” starts to unfold. I am all of a sudden in the position of creating my very own self. That sparks an overwhelming and paralyzing amount of choices to think of. What do I want to be? What did I think I wanted to be? What could I be? All of a sudden I am on the spin cycle again, agitating my way through the day.

Self Discovery
Somewhere swirling out there is my new life. At this point, it is so elusive as to be completely esoteric. At the same time, anything is possible and everything is impossible. Deep inside, I know that I have already been to hell and back and survived. The pressure begins to mount as friends and families ask, “What are you doing with your life?” Recovering is an answer that puts everyone on alert. I am now on the journey of self discovery.
Rapid fire ideas begin to brew in my head in the middle of the night. Those unused hours that you never thought you had before. A grand awakening of my potentiality a place only I can go. Where is the path? Are you my calling?
Little by little a small inkling of a path unfolds. Energy begins to flow in a direction and I begin to synthesize with my new life, creating a bold path towards the next chapter. I don’t really know what it looks like but I know I am headed there. Finally, the world starts to feel right again.

Emergence

Once the new “me” emerged it was time again to search out the “we”. Dating or getting my feet wet in the mating game was a Herculean task in the beginning. The thought of am I still attractive lingers around every corner. I am not what I was the last time I tried to find a mate. And shockingly enough, middle aged looked fat and bald.
It is not that easy getting back on the horse. The first date is just a hurdle that must be conquered. By date two or three it becomes a game of over analyzing your future prince charming. What do I want? Fun, sexy, smart, adoring, rich, tall, dark hair the list goes on and on. Most of the time you figure out what you don’t want from the endless coffee dates procured on Match.com. Like Goldilocks and the Three Bears it is hard to determine which new bed will fit in my new incarnation? And then begins the agitation. Swirl, swirl the whole world becomes a whirl.

Survival
There are no myths at middle age of what you should aspire to. Cinderella did not return years later single, forty and without a castle. How do I embark on my new life? Do I believe in the dream all over again with its flaws and twists and turns? Am I convinced if I had only done a few things differently I would still be on the train to forever after? Am I meant to be alone fending for myself living the dream?
The one thing I know is that I am a survivor and lover of life. I have faith that I will continue to have a great life filled with passion and joy. I like the idea of creating my very own modern fairytale where I walk hand and hand into the sun with my new partner myself.

Even though it’s been 4 years since my divorce, I’m reminded of the heartache and the pain. Loving someone so much that your heart hurts. Trusting that they will communicate if there are problems in the relationship. And, living in a fantasy that your relationship will stand the test of time. People do have successful marriages and long standing relationships. I have to remind myself that it does exist.

I believe that we choose people who help us grow as individuals. They challenge us and bring awareness to lessons that we are suppose to learn. If your spouse has an affair, then maybe it’s another person’s time to venture on that path and learn their own lessons.

What divorce has taught me, is that nothing is permanent. We must live in the moment and be grateful for what we have every single day. If we project into the future, then there is the possibility that we are setting ourselves up for disappointment. If we dwell on the past, then we can never move forward.

Reflecting on, and learning from our past lessons teaches us to be better human beings. That new knowledge helps us grow as individuals so we won’t repeat the same mistakes over and over again. It is terrifying throwing yourself back into the ring of love, but the warm feeling of love makes it worth it. Getting into a new relationship takes a leap of faith. It takes courage. And most importantly, TRUST. Trusting in the process of love and having faith that everything is going to work out just fine.
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Exercise – Imagine you have been given an all expense paid trip to an unknown destination.  You are told to arrive at the airport and go immediately through the security check.  You are asked to leave the things in the bins on the conveyor belt that won’t be good for your trip; things that will weigh you down; specifically the resentments you’ve been carrying.

First you are asked to take off your shoes – they represent the need to kick someone that has hurt you, your desire to run away from your feelings or the images of stomping on the people you feel deserve it.

Next you are asked to empty your pockets of things like your ex-spouse who betrayed you, your ex mother-in-law who made you feel unwelcome, your friend from 8^th grade that spread untrue rumors about you, the person who cut you off on the parkway, your boss who treated you disrespectfully.

You are then asked to take off any outer covering you’re wearing that represents the heavy weight you’ve been carrying as you’ve traveled through life with these resentments.

The security guard tells you that you must leave your “old baggage” behind; that you have to start this journey packing only hope, optimism and gratitude.

Next you need to go through the “MENTAL detector”.  This device scans your body and will be able to tell if you are still holding onto resentments in your heart, mind or soul.  You are told you’ll have to keep going to the back of the line until you leave your resentments in the bins and the mental detector senses forgiveness running throughout your body.

You have to return to the back of the line a few times, but you have finally released your resentments and have embraced forgiveness.  You are given your boarding pass.

You quickly look at the destination on the ticket.  It’s a destination that you’ve never been to but always hoped for the opportunity to visit.  You realize why you needed to pack lightly, why you needed to leave your resentments behind and why you needed to embrace forgiveness.  The destination on the ticket reads “FREEDOM”.

I once read that “Resentment is the poison I take, wishing the other person would die”.  I literally felt that saying in every cell of my body.  I knew it to be true in my own life.  The only way I would get to earn the ticket to freedom was to leave my old baggage behind, forgive old resentments and move forward with hope, optimism and gratitude.

• For one day or one week keep a tally of the time you take feeding on resentful thoughts and feelings.  What else could you be doing with that energy?
• When have you practiced a behavior that has caused someone else to be hurt?  How can you break the cycle?
• Forgiving ourselves can clear the path to forgiving others.  What have you not forgiven yourself for?

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As the relationship progressed, his deep dark controlling behavior appeared. It began subtly. If I were 15 minutes late from a hike, he would be worried. If I walked too close to his male friends in public, I was pulled aside and scolded. If I didn’t help him with his male chore (like moving a truck, raking leaves, pulling a rope through a tube), the way he expected it to be done,  I was reprimanded. The expectations to be the perfect girlfriend and be at his beck and call were enormous. I found myself always trying to do the right thing for fear of being critiqued; cook his favorite meal, look fabulous, wash the dishes, do his laundry, and help him in anyway I could. We spent 3-4 nights a week eating dinner with his mother; a true mama’s boy in all sense of the word and I felt my personal life disappearing. I didn’t drink alcohol, even though occasionally I craved a shot of tequila from the stress of it all. He didn’t like drunk women, so I obliged and didn’t drink. I tried my best to live up to his expectations of his perfect woman and in turn, gave up my sense of self. When he belittled me, I felt like crawling in a ball and rolling away. I felt unsafe and the guns in his closet frightened me. At night, I’d awake with a stomach ache and wonder if I had become Julia Roberts in Sleeping with the Enemy and fallen into a controlling relationship. I justified his behavior and convinced myself it was a minor insecurity and that he could change.

As months passed, I stayed in the relationship and finally found the courage to confront him and his controlling behavior knowing fair well that it stemmed from an insecurity from his past relationship. My instinct told me that he had a fear of being abandoned, because his wife / high school sweetheart had left him. I tried to explain that when we live in fear, our fears are manifested, but if we live in love, then we will attract love into our life. We spoke about it calmly and he told me he wanted to change. It had been a problem in past relationships and he even let me read a letter a past girlfriend had written to him which confirmed all my thoughts.

He asked me to bring awareness to the situation, when I felt degraded, and so I did. But when the mean comments flew out of his mouth, I noticed his eyes would change and the light disappeared. If I confronted him when it was happening, he would be visibly angry. I realized that when the light switch went off, there was no self-awareness and it was evident that there would NEVER be any self awareness. There was no hope in coaching this middle-aged man through his fears and insecurities because he couldn’t see his behavior.

So I reflected upon myself and my own insecurities. Why did I bring this person into my life? Was I that desperate to find love and happiness? More importantly, was I happy and was I living my authentic life? The answer was clear…NO!

So after 11 months of the relationship (yes, I stayed too long), I said goodbye, “you’re not the right relationship for me,” and I escaped, Julia Roberts style (sort of, without pretending to be dead and changing my identity). I moved all my belongings out of the house and into a storage unit, and threw my clothes and cat into the car. It was a drastic goodbye, but I’m grateful to have my life back, my self-esteem back and I’m grateful I had the courage to get out of a relationship that wasn’t right for me and my personality. Finding the courage and making the decision is the hardest part, but I’ve learned it is important to do what feels right in your heart and everything else in your life will follow.

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