I’m finding that submission has less and less to do with decision making and being quiet but rather keeping these parts of my personality from swinging to the controlling and dominating side of the spectrum.

‘This is my stuff, not yours, but its affecting you and eroding our relationship.’

That’s what I finally had to say, what I had to own.

What we had known began to disintegrate. And it was the best thing that could have happened for us.

All we had known, years of interacting in unhealthy ways finally pushed us to the brink. As we sat in silence over dinner many nights, the old patterns began to die.