My fear of abandonment is exceeded only by my terror of intimacy.

A frequent exchange of text messages is not a relationship. It’s not even a pen-pal.

Just because something is addictive doesn’t mean that you will get addicted to it. But . . . if your stomach ties up in knots while you count the seconds waiting for a phone call...

I do not NEED a man. That was an impossible thought when I married John thirty years ago. It was unimaginable even seven years ago. I finally understand why lasting love has eluded me: the...

I am good enough, attractive enough, important enough just as I am. I do not have to fix, help, or caretake others to earn their love.