Every start of a relationship gives me hope for a lifetime of happiness. All my dreams involve going through every phase in life while hand in hand with the one I love but in the end it comes crashing down and I start to feel lost.

I'm getting old now and I fear that I'd end up abused by my future husband like how my mom was but at this point I don't think I have the right to be picky. Being alone is worse than being abused by someone I love. I wouldn't feel loved but at least I could feel love