Not a sob story

It’s not that I’ve been hurt in the past. I’ve been destroyed. I’ve been blindsided (not to be confused with that football movie with Sandra Bullock. I recommend it. It’s pretty good).

I digress.

No matter how bad things have turned out with guys in the past, for some reason, I still have this flicker of hope that this pain is necessary. I’m not a masochistic person. I don’t look for aching agony. I just think, when it’s all said and done, I’ll be grateful for the pain that led me to happiness. Happiness that I will never ever (ever ever….seriously ever) take for granted.

There are a lot of reasons why I’m single.

I’m starting to think I’m the problem.

But then that means I’m also the solution.