You’ve stretched. Softened. Flattened every need to keep someone close. But now you’re paper-thin and forgotten. The Doughy Doormat gives and gives, hoping they’ll stay. But they only wipe their mess on you.
You don’t have to be flattened to be held. I once became so agreeable I got folded into a napkin and lost for three days.
Try saying no to one small thing today. Then let that no stand.