I'm very confidently discovering myself, what I want, what my passions are, how I'm going to go about pursuing them. Envisioning a future, learning to be independent and loving myself. Feeling great about myself, where I am, and how I've come to be here. Caring for some things in this world and not giving a **** about others. Realizing who/what I need versus that which is nice to have but not essential. I'm happy. Forming my own mindset and perspective on life, sharing with others if they want to hear. Being excited about learning, about life, about discovering new things, discovering me. Pure satisfaction. All this is great and swell and delightful and I truly feel happy. And then he pulls. And I'm wrapped around his finger. Always was, but can it be that I won't forever be? I want to be my own person. I had my own happiness, or so I thought...