When kids couldn’t remember my name, I was “the girl in glasses” by default. It’s my thing.
Despite what Internet quizzes have been telling you, not all introverts are socially inept, painfully shy recluses.
Happiness is wildly inconsistent and subjective.
We don’t read the book for the ending, do we?
To be honest, the vows were a means to an end, the end being a marriage certificate and then a new family of three with one cozy last name.
Most codependents attract troubled or dependent people into our lives, and our chronic “helping” and “fixing” unknowingly perpetuates the cycle.