While I shudder at the thought of allowing someone else to define who I am, there have been many times in my life when I have done just that. What I did for a living, what kind of car I drove, and what kind of clothes I wore became a prerequisite for whether... »
Just when I’ve packed my bags and made the decision to walk away from dating for awhile, it pleads with me to stay one last time. I politely decline. “My heart belongs to another,” I say. “You can’t take His place.” In a last attempt to win me back, it sends three exes my... »
