When I was younger, I thought a relationship would cure all ills. Having someone to love, to take care of, to slog through life with, seemed like a wonderful cushion against all the bad things life can hold. I’ve dated exactly three men in my life (with a few casual dates sprinkled in here and there, few of which are worth mentioning unless you want a laugh.) I married one of them. So I wouldn’t say I have a vast array of experience compared to other people. But I’ve been with a manipulative bastard, and a kowtowing doormat, so until my husband, I haven’t had your usual relationships. A whole lot of learning was packed into two very extreme situations.
But I found my One, married him, and figured that was it. happily ever after, here I come! I should feel whole and complete and nothing bad can touch me, right?