I remember the day I sat in a shopping center parking lot, crying my eyes out. Sobbing, really. The kind of sobbing where I couldn't couldn't breathe and the tears and snot ran together down my face. I saw my red, puffy eyes in the rear-view mirror and that made me cry harder and longer. I thought I was going crazy. I was in a relationship with someone who questioned my every move, my every utterance, my choice of what I wore to work on any given day. I never knew when I