Advertisement Continue reading the main storyMy coming to life was agonizing but vital, with my group involved at every step. “Why don’t we play open?” he said, flipping his rack around to show me his tiles. I was convinced that the only sources of love I would ever have were my therapist and group members. Everything in my life had changed — my love life, career and friendships. My relationship with him set the stage for every healthy relationship I now had, especially the one with my husband.

Source: New York Times December 08, 2017 05:00 UTC