I need to break the cycle. I meet someone. I like them, they like me. I want to spend much of my time with them. I don't want them to go. Abandonment. I get determined to make it work, like my parents couldn't. I devote everything. Eventually, I lose myself. In pleasing another, I have forgotten what pleases me. I am drawn to another. But that one is never the one I end up with; a catalyst. Serial monogamy.

I also have to resist the tendency to be a flat-out whore.

Three years ago I was worried about a stray kitty.