No longer needing an 'out'
Previously I always looked for the metaphorical invisible door for me to escape. Where’s the exit when it gets tough, hard, too much, too close, too vulnerable? That door was something I kept very close to me. But in the lead up to our wedding, writing vows to Steve and the girls, that door was disappearing. And on the day, our magnificent wedding day, it went. I was in. All the way in. I know that I can leave at anytime, but I don’t want to. Before, it was a fantasy I played into a lot. No...