I recently gave a talk about how I met my ex-husband, Jim. As I began to develop the story it brought back an important memory which I would like to share with you.
The real story doesn’t actually start when I first met Jim. It started with the kind of young woman I was – insecure, unsure of her attractiveness and lovability.
As a result, I made some very poor choices, the worst of which was the choice of life partner.
Having made my choice, I stayed in my marriage for 37 years, despite the bitter disappointment and emotional pain, and the only way I could do so was by pretending it wasn’t all that bad.
This is called ‘being in denial’ and I became so good at it that I actually came to believe my own deceptions.
But here’s the thing.