
“I was told I was too nice.”
I was in a relationship and once again I was told I was too nice. Nothing like being dumped because you were too nice. But it made me realize that I don’t need anyone else to make me happy. I can make myself happy. And when the time comes and if someone is there for me, great, but if not, I can do it all on my own. I have much more self-confidence, much more strength. I don’t spend my time looking for someone to make me happy. I spend my time looking for ways to make myself happy.
I have a red squishy pillow not a stuffed animal that I take with me always. When I was little I had a pink dog named Scarlet and I still have it. I’m 49 years old and I still have it. It always kept me company.