When this little piece of truth clicked for me, it was really big. Really big, but also really small at the same time. As in, why the heck have I been making such a fuss about this is mine, mine, mine all along-- of course it isn't mine. What happened to me, isn't about me.

This moved me forward in many of my relationships in present time, it allowed me to step back from relationships and to see how little of how other people treat me (both positively and negatively) has to do with me. Nowadays, I sometimes swing the other direction-- if you want me to take something personally, you gotta be really obvious about it. "Oh, this is mine?" I might say, completely innocently, "I thought it was yours."