I.Need.This.
My mother used to tell a story of when I was in pre-k. When she picked me up, the children played on the lawn, pretending to cross a bridge. I was the bridge. I lay flat on the grass, while my friends walked on me.
Even at four years old, I demonstrated the lengths I’d go through to be liked. My desire only increased as I aged.
By the time Dwight and I met, it was easy to switch out a short, honey-blonde hairstyle for longer, brown tresses he’d once commented he preferred. I traded my red lipstick for a natural brown color and stopped wearing bright green shorts for plain, denim ones. I faded into the background of life to ensure he’d always like me, ignoring the fact that he liked me when we met.
I’d mastered people pleasing beyond marriage.
In 2016, my director invited me to a…
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Monique L. Desir 
Thank you for re-blogging this ❤ I hope it helps others.
You’re most welcome. It is indeed helping me. And I need to make some adjustments in my life. People pleasing can be deadly!!!
It can. Self sabotage. Suicide.