9 thoughts on “left

  1. How many times I got lost in the other. My daughter called it ‘that egg thing’ because it turned out that whoever I was with I mysteriously liked my eggs the same way they did. Her words hit my heart square and painfully but I stopped and it turned out that I preferred the actual me to the manufactured one after all ….

      1. As a further aside, when I finally fessed up to the fact that I was in a toxic cycle of my own making and repeatedly doing ‘that egg thing’, I met my husband and we appear to be happy ever after in no small part because he is highly disinterested in my donning the fake me …. so it is truly liberating and life-enhancing!

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