"My therapist’s exercise might seem out of the box, maybe even a little mean to some, but it did exactly what she had hoped." When I was 41, my therapist handed me photos of every boy in my fourth grade class and instructed me to condemn each one to the paper shredder. It was my first experience of truly being in the driver’s seat, and I felt giddy with control. From an early age, I’ve carried an acute fear of rejection and abandonment. This has made dating challenging, to say the least. My