How I Stopped Putting Everyone Elseâs Needs Above My Own
“Never feel sorry for choosing yourself.” ~Unknown
I was eleven years old, possibly twelve, the day I first discovered my motherâs betrayal. I assume she didn’t hear me when I walked in the door after school. The distant voices in the finished basement room of our home drew me in. My motherâs voice was soft as she spoke to her friend. What was she hiding that she didnât want me to hear?
I leaned in a little bit closer to the opening of the stairs⊠She was talking about a man sheâd met. Her voice changed when she spoke of …