Sometimes I think Ex loved me more than I loved myself. He loved me so much that he put me on a pedestal and held me to a higher standard. There were so many things that I was supposed to be. Pretty but humble, kind-hearted but unyielding, well kept but natural, conservative but open-minded, reserved but out-going, strong but soft, cordial but not too friendly. It was almost impossible and quite draining to keep up with. Still, I was determined to keep it up. Ex thought more highly of me than I thought of myself and I wanted to be everything he thought I was. So I did....or at least, I tried. Sometimes I was too friendly or didn't say the right thing. Other times I held back too much and came off as awkward. It was a little nerve-racking to not know when I should or shouldn't speak to someone. Normally, I would just speak to store clerks to be polite. Now, I needed to make sure I wasn't being, "joe." It really wasn't...