I just figured out that the reason why I am so self-absorbed is because I never made it to the top of my parents’ priority list. Something or someone was always a step above me; be it my rents animosity towards each other or their respective new spouses, aka my step parents. So I had to choose myself at all cost.

Last night I threw a fit over my husband redoing his passwords. It was just insulting. It took me back to the times people would give me things and take them back once I’ve gotten the hang of using those things. I was just monumentally taken aback, I still don’t know how to feel.

Leaving him sounds like a liberating experience. When I do toy with the idea, however, I’d end up asking myself: Would I rather be Nicole Kidman or Katie Holmes?