I seem to be in the grips of that post-relationship confusion, wondering at the end of all I’ve been through who I really am. It’s not that my personality is that fluid, or that I don’t have a personality of my own. It’s just that I made room in my personality, in my heart and time, for the dreams, wishes, personality and needs of another. But that other no longer occupies the room I made. Truthfully the other never really did allow herself to live in the place I provided for her. She visited, and we had the most wonderful time when she was there. But she wasn’t ready, able and, in the end, interested to live in this place in my heart that I made for us. So I have a large hole in my heart right now and it makes me question who I am. JBB