Her: “I want someone who wants to be with me”
Him: “That’s me”
Her: “I want someone who needs me”
Him: *raises hand* “Here”
Her: “I want someone who thinks about me first thing in the morning and last thing before bedtime”
Him: “Check and check”
Her: “I want someone who will love my kids too”
Him: “Yup”
Her: “I want someone who can overlook my flaws”
Him: “That’s easy”
Her: “I want someone who will always make time for me”
Him: “You bet. Every day”
Her: "I want someone who will make me a priority"
Him: "At or near the top always"
Her: “I want to be married someday”
Him: “Agreed”
Her: “Why is it so hard to find someone like this?”
Him: *bangs head on wall*
I came to a realization today. I think I may be a bit masochistic by nature. Of course, I'm sure I can also be a bit sadistic as well, but that is another story for another time. I don't know if I am punishing myself for some unknown, subconsciously committed atrocity, or if I just self-inflict pain to periodically reassure myself I am still alive. Not physical pain, mind you. No, the pain I submit to falls squarely within the mental and emotional arena. For some reason, I keep putting myself in situations which ultimately end up causing me varying levels of emotional or mental pain. Let's see if I can come up with a couple of examples, and unfortunately for you, dear reader, I am going to have to be a bit brutally honest about myself: I'm not happy with my physical appearance, and I haven't been for a long, long time -- like since-I-was-a-small-child long time. No matter what I do, I can't get to the point where I would like to be. When I...
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