It took an archaic husband-hunting manual for me to stop I settling for less than I wanted.
I wanted someone who was invested, and that meant caring about what I cared. A dead air conditioner showed me I'd found the right person.
In this time of quarantine when we can't escape ourselves, let's stop bumming ourselves out with thoughts of self-doubt.
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