It’s been hard to admit. It’s been even harder to accept since realizing what I’ve men missing. I started this cycle years ago. Now it all makes sense and I see what I’ve done and have been doing.
I fall for bad, mean, substance abusers. But I run from every good, decent, kind and safe man I’ve ever dated.
I leave calm. I leave boring. I turn to the opposite. Turn I end up hurt and in bad situations.
I’ve messed up so much.
I can only go forward. I can’t go back. But, God, sometimes how I wish I could.