We’ve all done it. We’ve met someone we thought might be “the one” and opened ourselves up to love. Things may have looked promising for a while. It seemed as though there was a special connection. Perhaps there was the hopeful mention of a future.
And then, bam. We get hurt. Again.
Maybe a promise gets broken. Maybe there’s a betrayal. Or maybe just a disheartening and undramatic fizzling out as once more, we are not chosen.
Whatever the specifics, somehow a tenacious and painful pattern of disappointment in love once again finds its way to our doorstep.
So we pick up the phone, call a friend and tell him (or her) our whole, sad and frustrating story.
It sounds something like this, “Why even bother? Men never choose me.” Or, “I should just give up. Because all the good ones are already taken.” Or, ” Maybe it’s just my fate to be alone. I’m never going to find true love.”