It’s occurred to me, in the time and space since my post yesterday, that it may appear as if I believe I am a victim of the relationship I was involved in, and that I blame this relationship for perpetuating my illness. I do not. I am responsible for everything that occurs in my life, including my current heartache and my current health. If I’m going to get real with myself, if I’m going to be really, unflinchingly honest, then I need to admit that I knew everything I needed to know before I...








