It's funny because I had such a wonderful upbringing and I'm so damaged lol. My parents loved me, told me I could do anything that I dreamed of, provided for me, taught me everything they know. But in high school I developed an overwhelming need to be needed, a need to help. I started rescuing animals. I'd pull death row dogs from the pound and hide them in my dorm room in college until I could find them a suitable home. And then I found AH, who seemingly didn't need saving. We rescued animals together and were madly and fiercely in love. Then I found a homeless foreign exchange student that needed helping, a relationship that needed helping, more dogs that needed helping and I didn't even notice my husband was drinking so heavily until he snapped. And then he needed helping. And I needed to help.
Working on it though! First counseling session is in the books and I'm trying to put myself first
