I wrote this in my notebook this weekend:
What good is preserving a relationship that doesn’t allow me to be who I am?
If I have to edit me or show less and less of me then who is it that the other one loves?
If I make myself smaller ad smaller to get love then I am not really being loved.
Can I be me and be loved?
I have to be OK without him to be OK with him.
I don’t have to minimize or demonize who I was to become who I am. The cocoon wasn’t wrong or bad or a misstep; it was part of becoming who I am now.