My relationships since my divorce have been rather tumultuous. I find fault in myself for these failures, because I was needy. I felt like I needed to get my life back by being with someone rather than work on myself. I gave these guys my all, only to constantly be slapped with the reality that I was the one doing all the work to sustain the relationship. It was humiliating to constantly go through the revolving door of failed relationships, as I was repeating the same patterns. Go in head first, the rose-colored glasses coming off, and having to make a hard decision of not making the same mistake again!

When I finally broke up with the last guy, I decided to make myself better by being good to me. Doing what I want instead of pleasing someone. So I went to the gym. Got a trainer. Went back to college. Started hanging with my girls more often, hugging my family who will always love me no matter what, and seeing other friends. I made A's last semester, and am about to move to a bigger place (finally).

So basically for me, the last 8 months have been busy because I kept myself busy. I didn't forget him, but I am moving on. I am making myself do things. Get out of bed instead of sleeping all day. Get out of the house. It's hard, but I have finally realized in my 43 years on this planet that you can't please everyone or anyone. I've lived my life way too long for others, and it's my turn. I'm going to have fun with or without a SO. And I haven't been this happy in years.

That's my story... thanks for letting me tell it.