I keep trying to love all the old, odd, broken people because I feel odd and broken too and I hope someone would see the parts of me that deserve to be loved too.
But alas, I see it doesn’t work like that. It only took 2.5 decades to come to this conclusion. Not long at all. Whew! Navigating adult relationships are hard eh?
So umm, how do I get this more right for the next time I try? Genuine question.