A choice to begin. A choice to continue. A choice to like yourself, a choice to love yourself, even if you don’t . . . yet. By the time I met my husband nearing my forties, I had finally found my voice. He was the first relationship I had in my life where I was completely myself. He did not try to silence, manipulate me or coerce me into being anything other than my authentic self. More importantly, by that point I had evolved into a person who believed that my opinion, feelings, and thoughts mattered. And I made it clear I would accept nothing less than someone who respected that. I had finally become free of the voices of the past that would pull me back into the neglected, undeserving child I believed I was. I was now in […]