The "overbearing and controlling" person in my growing up years was my mother. Didn't trust me and wanted me with my nose stuck in a school book 24/7... just like she had been. That wasn't ME! She wouldn't let me do what normal teenagers were doing at the time. Caused me to rebel rather loudly and even to the point of just walking out of the house and doing just what I wanted to do. I knew it wasn't "bad."

But when I married the first time, I jumped from the frying pan into the fire. Lord have mercy!!! The second time, I felt uncared for and unloved because I wasn't controlled. I finally learned the difference between control and love. So why do I end up putting those controls on myself???? My copout is, I don't want to do some things by myself! I want company! Otherwise, it's not enjoyable! And who preaches "where there's a will, there's a way"?? You got it! Me! Oy vey!