For years, I failed to see that I had any control issues at all. I thought of myself as invested. Concerned. Just trying to help. I only took matters into my own hands because I cared so much! The last word I would have chosen to describe myself was “controlling”. Besides, nobody told me outright that I was controlling–not even my husband. Yet, there were signs….
Anger. Anxiety. Fear. Perfectionism. Each of these came erupting, with ever increasing frequency, from my control-craving heart.
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