it unfolded, just as the rest of our lives do. We roll with the punches, literally and figuratively.

You are not at fault. You were in love, you had hope, you tried to make the relationship work. All of those things are normal.

When one hears, day in and day out, that one is worthless and lower than pond scum, we start to believe it. Lawyer, IT executive, police officer, teacher, clerk, educated, uneducated, smart, not-so-smart: those things make no difference.

Be kind to yourself, noweasels. Fill up that hole that dug at your soul with love, warmth and caring. You just gave some more of yourself by writing this beautiful, revealing, painful diary. Thank you. Now it's your turn to get a little sugar in return.

We care. Here's a start:  

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There's more where that came from.

made me cry. I'm so glad you could extricate yourself from this, and you do seem so happy with your current life. You know, the thing that occurs to me to say to you when you talk about feeling ashamed is just forgive yourself. Sociopaths are very charming and you just got fooled. Forgive yourself. That's all.

I feel so honored to know you and have you participate in the Pretty Bird Woman House project.

Namaste.