neryna

"What would you do for love?" My mother asked me that, right after her fifth divorce. I responded immediately, "anything." "And that makes you desperate.  There are millions of men, I don't have to stay with just one." I didn't want to be my mom.  She was just in love with that first stage of a relationship, where everything is new and exciting, the proposals, the rings, the weddings and after a year or two of marriage and the sparkle on her diamond dimmed she'd file for divorce.  So in my attempts not to be my mother, I became the woman who fell hopelessly and completely in love. Which is what got me stuck in this awful mess to begin with