That’s what my friend Al told us in an AA meeting the other day, and I chuckled as I heard him say it because it aptly described me.
Well at least that’s how it feels when I do fall in love. It happens so fast, so forcefully. The way “normal” people describe it, they tell their story of how they fell in love….as if they met at some random place and over many many times get to know each other. Seems normal yanno.
Me, I end up finding my suitor at said random place but then end up telling them my life story in under 5 minutes and then falling completely madly in love in the next 5.
Yeah, I’m so relationship material.
I have such excellent fucking boundaries don’t cha know.
Then two weeks later when the guy cold calls me at 3 am to pick him up and rescue him from some dramatic crazy situation?
You guessed it, I am right there with my fucked up cape on, driving to east overshoe in some contorted Mother Teresa-esque fashion hoping to “save” him from himself.
And this would describe the “good part” of the relationship, if it even gets off the ground.
It usually only gets worse from there….consisting of me taking verbal abuse or worse.
think I need drivers-ed, or maybe a total license suspension to drive on the highway of love.
SIDE BAR: Mother Teresa is one of the greatest people who ever lived…….an awesome inspiration to me. A real life modern day heroine.