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When we first moved into our house over twenty years ago, we needed to rip out all the carpets. I’m allergic to animal fur, and the previous owner had a big furry dog, so . . . over the years there have been plenty of restoration projects—painted and repainted walls, a deck becoming a screened in porch, even adding a little writing nook for me off our bedroom. We’ve invested time and money into restoration projects no one will ever see—like replacing the hot water heater, having work done on the interior of our chimney, and getting a new air conditioning unit.

For as long as I can remember, I have sought the approval of men. Like many daughters, I longed for the praise and attention of my father growing up, but for whatever reason, the approval he gave was never enough. As a young child, I giggled in delight when Charlie or Nick or Jason would chase me around the playground. Shrouded in the fog of extreme shyness, I developed massive middle school crushes, and from the age of 13 until I turned 20, there was never less than a month of time between one long-term boyfriend and the next. My self-worth was tied up in both what I could show off in a fatherly approval trophy case and what I could win in affection and attention from my boyfriend.