My mother passed away unexpectedly, and I sank into a deep depression. I broke down, and told my husband how growing up, my brother was my mom’s favorite, and although I was a “daddy’s girl,” my rebellious sister was my father’s favorite. At school, I was picked last for everything. I could never shake the feeling of being a “leftover.” I always thought that if people told you you were worthless, then it must be true!
My wonderful husband took me in his arms, let me cry, and reminded me that he chose me first. He wanted to marry me from the start. And I was brought back to reality. I wasn’t a last resort for him – I wasn’t a leftover. He said he’d marry me again in a heartbeat.
If I ever feel like a leftover again, I will remember that my husband asked me to be his girlfriend, told me he loved me, asked me to marry him and made vows to me because he wanted to. I’m no consolation prize!
Beth
I Always Felt Like a Leftover