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Romantic relationships were my Achilles heel for most of my adult dating life.

Deep down I knew that leaving these relationships would be good for me,

but my brain was getting in the way.

I think, oh, I've put so many months and so much work into this terrible man,

but if I split up with them, someone else might get the wonderful version of him.

My therapist taught me, so what?

And listener, none of those men ever improved.

Have you ever felt like you know what you should do?

What's good for you, but you just can't do it?

What's holding you back?

I think the clinical term for me was maybe codependence or rescue syndrome.

I can't recall, and I don't care.

I looked at this one guy, I was dating and I thought,

I don't mind if this bell cheese goes on to be president of the United States,

though that would suck slightly, I guess, and I'm sorry to any of Joe Biden's exes listening.

I didn't care who he dated next, whether he was nice or not,

successful without me or not, happy or not.

I didn't care at all, so long as I was free of my life improved after that.

I have benefited so much from therapy, and that's back when I used to have to take

three trains to speak to my therapist face to face for an hour and a half in her very

East London office.

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