It is in part due to the abandonment issues I’ve come to realize. I lost my mom about 10 years ago to cancer, and it was kept from me until 2 weeks before she passed away. I am the only child. My Father soon moved on to a woman closer to my age than his with two very young children, and I am currently not speaking to him for this reason. My 2 best friends are getting married. This guy was really something I was holding onto. I believed in him, and us, in a way that I just have never really believed in anyone before. No matter what we went through, we kept coming back to each other. Yet as described the cycle continued. Regardless I had faith in him as a person. That he was truly working on himself and he really would be with me in the end. I mean it’s also my fault for believing time after time, but its the only thing I thought I didn’t need concrete proof of. I really believed that he loved me.
Though I run this site, it is not mine. It's ours. It's not about me. It's about us. Your stories and your wisdom are just as meaningful as mine. 