Our relationships with our parents often lay the foundation for what our future romantic relationships will be like, for good or bad. It can take many forms, but we are almost always completely clueless about the connection.
My mother abandoned me when I was a child and I grew up numbing myself to unconscious feelings of being unworthy of love. I ruined a number of romantic relationships and it took me many years to figure out that I was playing out that childhood drama with women I chose to love.
Was I determined to push away anyone who would love me? Or did I choose women who were destined to abandon me? I understand now that I‘m looking for the woman who will give me the right answer when I ask, “Will you abandon me, too?”

I was in love with her voice and didn’t want that call to ever end
For good or bad, we default back to what feels most familiar to us
‘Please do not adjust your set’
There’s a lot to complain about, but miracle is so much goes right
No, I can’t support your campaign; changing candidates won’t fix things
Does every loss of love finally become a case of ‘sour grapes’?
You never know when someone needs a hug — to know you care
Grief keeps reopening the door my loving mother walked out of