 | For as long as I can remember, I always seem to drift toward people that care more for themselves than anyone around them. I consistently pick what I call losers. Sometimes I feel sorry for them, but them blame myself because I allowed myself to once again go down this path of diappointment. It all starts the same way. They all say they care deeply for me, then they lie, and then walk away or make it impossible for me to stay with them. Thinking back I believe it started when I was a little girl and trying to find Mr. Perfect. After all I was Daddy's little girl and he was perfect. Then I had an Uncle who tried to abuse me, but being strong wiled I managed to fight him off. Another Uncle propositioned me and again I said know and fought it off. Followed by cheating boyfriends, married ten years to someone who did not know how to appreciate any woman but loved his Star Trek episode more than me, and yes once fell for the widely successful married business man that ended in disaster because I believed all the lies about he loved me and not his wife and they never talked and only lived in the same house for convenience sake, yada yada yada a supoena later and court fees and that was over leaving me $1500 in the hole and never hearing from him again. So what is it? Why do I consistently make these bad choices? My parents have been married for 52 years. Why can't I find that? |
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