...what just happened?

Somehow I ended up back here.  Once more, blinking back tears trying to figure out what I did wrong and how to stop this cycle. Gandhi said, "Nobody can hurt me without my permission." So why do I keep allowing it to happen?  


This is not going to turn into a pity party.  I am pulling up my big girl panties and going to pick things up, move forward.  Like Hemingway said, "Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it-don't cheat with it."


So thank you HIStory, for this learning experience.  I sincerely wish you nothing but happiness.