So, if there's one constant in my life it's this haze of self-doubt that surrounds everything that I do or say. I can at least admit that my need for approval from others is pathetic. I can own that. That is, until I work it out in therapy, after that I'll have moved on. Or so that's the plan.
^ That depressing mess of text is simply there to illustrate how sweet-jesus-vindicated I am from what just happened.
My ex-boyfriend, who is also still a close friend, confessed some things. Including the following: "[You] taught me to respect women. I'm forever grateful for that."