Addicted to be loved
I found a quote the other day that has been weighing heavily on my heart and mind ever since. Why so heavily? Because it made me realize a thing or two...or maybe ten! I’ve never had too many relationships in my life, but the few I have had have all been significant. And each and every one played out pretty much the same way...fell in love, was cheated on, I begged them to stay, they stayed...briefly, still cheated, they ended up leaving, I was the one hurt, then they walked away like I never even mattered. Yet all the time I kept loving them more trying to make them love me. Stupid? To say the least! But all in all I guess it’s just a part of of my makeup...who I am. At least I’m aware of it now, and can stop it from happening any longer. Some hurt more than others. Some still burn so bad I cannot bare the physical pain. Two failed marriages. A collection of memories, some of which I wish I could make vanish as quick as my grocery list when I walk into the store. The good ti