Once upon a time...

I was classy, confident, independent, and cute.

I've also been a drug and alcohol dependent, bad boy chasing, irresponsible mother.

And then I took a lying, cheating, drug addicted shitty boyfriend and turned him into a great guy, without a single threat or ultimatum. I stayed when I should have gone. I had faith when I should have lost hope.

I don't regret loving him, or standing by him through the tough times, because he has stood by for mine, but I do believe that in process of all the "fixing" and effort that I put into him, our relationship and our family, I lost my own identity. I am my own identity thief, and I just want to reclaim me.