I was a chronic people pleaser, and I ended up choosing the university my parents wanted me to go to, rather than the one I wanted to go to. During my junior year I studied abroad here in Belize, and when I went back to school my senior year, I sobbed as we got to the corner by the first buildings. My brother was driving me, and he told me I just had to suck it up for one more year. In the end that's how I met the father of my first child, so I guess it's a win, but I certainly could have done without all that suffering.
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wow, it must have been pretty heavy, well done for making it! I think you're a hero :) and as you say, there was a win in that as well. I personally couldn't take any more of it!
Well, I'm generally not a big fan of martyrdom. For the most part, I believe taking care of ourselves is the right thing. I think you're a hero for standing up for yourself! I think it was ultimately the right decision for me, though. I think, at that age and where I was in my spiritual development, I would have been plagued with guilt if I had left. I did make it very clear to everyone that was it, though. There were a host of people that wanted me to go get more degrees, but I did at least draw that line.