I am horrible at relationships. I have a way of killing them and sending them down six feet under never to be resurrected again. I have been married and then divorced a year and a half later. Always said my divorce lasted longer than my marriage.  (I got married in ’93 and divorced in ’95). 


I have dated a few times but nothing has lasted over a year. Heck I was lucky if it lasted six months and that was doing really good in the relationship. Either I was the mother hen, blame that on being the semi-oldest child, or they were too much of a drama king, and yes there is such a thing I know from experience more than once, and I couldn’t handle it anymore so I either left or created a situation where they were forced to end it.

 I guess I am too set in my ways and keep a wall built up sky high, like a fortress so that no one can get to know the real me and hurt me or disappoint. I’m still waiting for my Mr. Prince Charming but he won’t be so charming so much as a saint to deal with my stupidity which occurs quite often or me just wanting to be left alone for a  while and they understand that I need my space and it’s not that I am mad at them for something. 


Maybe that’s why I am so much a loner. I like my space and I am fine being by myself for periods of time talking to know one , well maybe myself or those voices (shut up voices I’m talking right now). I have friends who are the bestest in the whole wide world who are somewhat similar to me but not exactly like me thank god or the world would be in deep trouble but I digress from topic. 


The topic is relationships so I guess that would count too since they are my friends and they understand my going off topic and just ramble ramble ramble. Oops I’m doing it again, get back on track. I just hope one day that I find the right one and I hope it’s not when I am 90 years old and have one foot in the grave. Oh well, maybe I need to make a trip to London to see Johnny and profess my undying love to him, lol, or maybe I’ll go visit Hogwarts and create my own.