I wasted so much God damn precious time over the last 6 years chasing after the ‘high’ of having a relationship, believing and loving men I dated, believing all their lies, pleasing them, emotionally coddling them, playing the therapist, and depending on them for “support”.

(Ok, it wasn’t a total “waste”, as I learned heaps and that experience led me to discover FDS, but - ya know what I mean!)

During my pick-me days, I was NOT:

❎Investing enough in myself ❎Building my own empire ❎Slaying it in my career ❎Developing best friendships, mentorships and networks ❎Making a shit-ton of money ❎Taking responsibility for the quality of my life WITHOUT a man ❎Fighting every day to create the life of my dreams

Somewhere in my twisted little sick pick-me brain I thought that the man will “help me”. That he will “take care of me”. He will be the “boss man”. He will uplift my dreams. He will know what I need to do for my life. He will have the answers to my questions.

Nah, sis.

Since losing the last LVX:

✅Doubled my previous job’s salaried income as my own boss ✅Maintained a work-out regime of 4-5 x a week ✅Reconnected with old friends and family ✅Have been sober from alcohol and drugs for close to 9 months ✅Started investing heavily my time and energy in my business and my self development ✅Found a renewed love of being by myself again ✅Renewed love for roller skating ✅Decked out my place with new furniture

I reckon if I can do this by myself so far, my husband better be the BEST THING on this Earth, encouraging my dreams, and flying besides me.

Scotes and rude AF harassing lurkers, DIE MAD.