I’m not afraid of relationships. I’m afraid of men. Every man I have been with has harmed me in some way. I don’t like getting hurt. Who does? Most have set out from the beginning to harm me, take from me, use me before they move on to another victim. Only one hurt me because he couldn’t say no to himself. That’s a high ratio wouldn’t you say?

Figure this! If someone keeps getting burned in a fire, you advise them to stay away or figure out how not to get burned. Well, I’m trying the latter and I don’t feel I am there yet. I took four years off from dating then dipped my toe in to end up right smack in the arms of another potential user. I ran, as fast as I could. I’m sure there are other possibilities, what to do, how to protect myself I just haven’t figured how yet. I never went back to the dating scene again.

Just this week, one of the most touching interactions and sweetest approach made me smile. Still, I ran, ran away faster than a bat out of hell. One thing I know for sure, I’ll keep the promise I made to myself. I will not allow anyone to hurt me again.