With him, I learned to trust again. To love again. To give my heart without walls. I was ready to let someone love me and trust that he wouldn't just stop one day and leave me hanging. He, though, didn't live my path. He didn't get his heart broken like me and he let me into his life just like other girls in the past. He followed the same rules. He played the same games. Night after night I wondered if he would call even though he said he would or pick me up when we plann

I stand there with the knot in my gut getting bigger and tighter as I just let her keep talking. 'Yes, I'll do it. Alright. By when? Ok." "Shit. I did it again. I let her walk all over me." Why? WHY is it so damn hard to just say no? To just be clear about where I stand and defend my time? My energy? Can you relate? So many of us are raised being told to be generous and our little minds took it as DO EVERYTHING FOR EVERYONE! So, we became slaves to the favors others ask.

She has a room. Her sanctuary where she feels alive, connected and on fire and when he comes in her throat constricts. Her face gets a little red. She says nothing. Looks up and gives him the attention that she doesn't want to because he's in her space. But he doesn't know. Or he does but he doesn't care. She has not set a boundary. He really really really really wants to go out for a beer with his best friend after a long day at work, but his wife said no. She want him home