I'm approaching 30, and I've been dating him for over half a decade. We've lived in four cities together, and we share our home, our creative work and our dreams with each other. He's the one, and I plan to marry him. But not today. And even after all the progress we've made in the name of women's independence, I'm still shamed for it.
I believed that unless I had an open-door policy, eventually no one would come knocking and I would be rendered lonely and isolated. I can laugh at that now, but back then, my "savior behavior" that had me believing that I needed to be spontaneously available to provide whatever was asked of me, as an insurance policy against abandonment.