I’m in trouble.

Not, like, Law & Order: SVU trouble. I mean, I have some personal things to sort through, and I just have no one to talk to – at least no one who would understand. When talking about my predicament to my therapist, she advised me to write everything down or to tell it to someone who doesn’t know.

So. Here we are. I’m Rachel.

I’m not sure how helpful this will be to me or to you, but I need to give it a try. Maybe I’ll get some sage advice from the far corners of the world I’ve only dreamt about. Or maybe I’ll just be shouting into the void of the Internet. Either way, my story is here. It’s published. I can’t take it back.

But it needs to be told. Because I can’t imagine there is nobody out there who has never experienced a tricky love, a love where you’re…comfortable, but not willing to leave or to make a change that would improve your position in the relationship.

Or maybe I’m just crazy, ungrateful, and reading into things way too much – there’s always that option. But, nonetheless, you’re here. I’m here. Let’s talk.

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