Once during my college years, I was standing in my mom’s kitchen surrounded by her hoards when she told me I’d never be able to have a successful relationship because I’m too permanently damaged. A recent psych exam stated that “patients like [me]” are unable to form bonds with other people or long-term relationships. Once I accepted that and avoided relationships of all kinds. Now deciding to go on that first date with my now husband is possibly my greatest regret. I would have been much better off paving my own path alone than being where I am now.
