For the longest time, I thought I was the problem. Every relationship I entered started well full of excitement, connection, and hope. But somehow, things would always fall apart. No matter how much I tried, how much I gave, or how careful I was, the ending was always the same.
At first, I blamed bad luck. Then I blamed the people I dated. But after a while, I turned the blame inward. I started believing that maybe I wasn’t meant to be loved, that something about me pushed people away. That thought hurt more than anything else.
Each breakup left me more…SEE MORE
