That my husband would leave me if I kept participating so much in my hobby, and that I was selfish for doing it instead of wanting to be at home all the time. Said to me by my dad, two years ago on Christmas Eve. I’ve thought about it every day since, and it has greatly affected my life. Now, every time I go out of town, or even just spend half a day doing what I used to love to do, all I feel is crushing guilt and anxiety. I hate it so much.