I'm re-reading my early journal entries again from when I first met my husband.

He most certainly love bombed me. I wrote about how fast he was taking things, how my alarm bells were going off for several different reasons, but how it all felt SO good and how supportive and sweet he seemed towards me. He presented to me everything I was looking for. So many alarm bells went off that I wrote about, but I got caught up by the love bombing. I wanted to believe in him - I wanted the fairytale.

I am SO incredibly sad to read all this, but I have to forgive myself for not knowing what I now DO know.