When you “woman up” you become the fat lady and you say, “it’s over” and then do as the lyrics in the song by Kenny Rogers. “You got to know when to hold ‘em, when to fold ‘em, know when to walk away and know when to run.
I don’t advocate divorce, because I myself have been poked, stroked, and rubba dub dubbed by the same man for 10, 585 days (just in case you’re wondering, that’s over 29 years). I don’t advocate divorce, but if you’re in a situationsihp and the ship has sunk and sailed, you might wanna get your paddle and get to rowing. When you as a woman, know who you are, you’ll know who he is when he comes along so you won’t be confused and keep getting used.
Self-doubt keeps a lot of women from having the love they desire and deserve. What words of advice could you give someone who is struggling with self-doubt?