I hardly like to refer to an Etsy Etc. forum thread. But this one really stuck to me.
Are there really any happy marriages?
I thought I had one. I sacrificed everything for him. I sacrificed the one thing in the world that should mean more than anything. Myself.
I endured major depression. I endured continual stress to be what I thought he wanted. I stifled my creativity. I stifled me. I tried to be his perfect little girlfriend/wife. Did I have to do this? Probably not. But, he made clear his dissatifaction of things I liked or did. So I stopped doing them.
I realize now that this is not healthy. I should never have given up me for him. I realize now that I am so much more. The friends I have kept and made like me for being the silly and creative person that I am. They like being around me. What a great ego boost to know that I don't have to change to have people like me. The relationship I'm in now makes me so very happy. While we don't always see eye-to-eye and we don't have everything in common, we get along because we're able to be ourselves.
Some sacrifice is necessary. Sacrificing all isn't.