The "Love of My Life" Syndrome

I'm not sure about anyone else, but I ALWAYS fall for this one. ALWAYS.

Deeply guarded under the reaction, the silly and the angry and the mean and the emotional and the inspiring and the clever and the quiet is… my HEART.

No one gets it. FIVE have. In TWENTY-NINE YEARS. Five girlfriends.

All of them, and I mean ALL of them, have been beautiful people that were very deserving of me givin it to them. Better humans than me probably.

But in each, for their own personal, and different reasons, they have come to a close.

And I get myself into a very BAD POSITION, because of this syndrome. The “Love of my Life” syndrome.

I’ve called them all the “Love of my Life” because at the time, I really believed it in my guts. And then used that against myself to stay even when it was over or never gonna work. And run most of them into the ground.

I REALLY am a “romantic”, and when I feel that powerful sense of, “sheesh, this woman is the love of my life” it rattles my core.

The PROBLEM is that I allow it to blind me into believing in the unbelievable. Clouds my judgement and MOST brutally I quit listening to my own intuition.

Beauty and the Beast.

Which also happens to be my favorite Disney movie.

And like everything, the truth is always somewhere in the middle of these two.