I actually learned to be a perfectionist from my ex-husband. He was never satisfied with anything, so I learned to try to get everything perfect and when I failed it would throw me into depression. I became obsessive about the things that I could control like no wrinkles in the bed once I made it or making sure all the ashtrays stayed clean for him. It is still hard for me to let go of the perfectionist thinking even after all these years.

I have made myself miserable through the years by not being able to let it go.

Best wishes, Gayle
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