The little things that count...

Over the past 10 years I have been in a few relationships.  You'd think I spot all the warning signs and take heed.  My cousin asked me if I saw the red flags in the beginning.  Of course I did.  And my head told me to run.  But I think I was so desperate to feel loved after being used I ignored every single one of those warnings. And they popped up all the time.  Unfortunately by the time I start questioning them, it's too late - I'm in too deep. For the first time in a long time, I'm happy being single.  I don't know how long it will last.  You just never know what's lurking in the future.  And it could be another dud, or it could be destiny.

I feel like I am the Queen of bad relationships.   I get told I am the problem, and realized I am the problem, just not in the way “they” meant. Reading an article a few days ago, I realize what I’ve done - after some failed relationships - is lower the bar. I haven’t felt worthy of love and affection and all things good, so I lowered the bar and accepted what came my way.   I will no longer accept that way of thinking.   If you cannot accept me as I am, then you are not worth my time and effort.   Nobody else can define me.   I am me – and only I can define ME. People often regret their bad choices and wish it never happened.   But I know that with each of these failed relationships, I just come out the other side stronger.      I have learned... That can love somebody with all your heart. Deeply and entirely.   You can also fall out of love with that person and never look back. I have learned... That good peopl...