I would have understood my mother’s behavior if we were still living out on the plains, having to survive, and she threw me to the saber tooth tigers circling. That would have been an easier death too. I would never know that there was something wrong with me. Just instant…nothing.
I never realized that being a people-pleaser is not a good thing. I suppose in order for me to realize that I would have also had to realize that I was engaging in that very thing. People-pleasing ends up making everyone involved miserable.