I take responsibility that in most of my past relationships I was confusing love with a need for some kind of companionship. Not that all my past relationships were with bad. Only the last one before my husband actually had me questioning my sanity after the fact, and I met that guy when I was in a very dark place emotionally. The rest were perfectly good guys who just didn't have everything I was looking for. There was always something missing.
When I demanded more accountability from myself about what I was looking for and deciding never to settle for less, I met my husband. I can't think of a better person for me. He's really shattered my cynicsm about love.
“Inside every cynical person, there is a disappointed idealist”--George Carlin