"So this is working out, then?" She asked.
Um...no, I hadn't said that; I wasn't even thinking it, actually. Which got me wondering if something might be wrong with me? I even said to her, "Maybe I'm broken?"
Yeah, I know - she had no idea what I meant, either. Let me explain (or make a solid attempt, anyway).
When you give all of yourself over to someone, the way I did with Big, and then it doesn't work, it really is like a part of you is left behind. Like a small part of what you invested in the relationship never bounces back.
I guess I'm wondering if that small part of me that I left behind in my relationship with Big was the part of me that falls in love? I've met some nice, decent men who are sweet and kind and treat me with nothing but respect. They are funny and honest and just plain nice to me - and yet, I'm not interested.
It's not the bad-boy thing, either. Them I won't even give the time of day.
Anyone else ever feel that way? Or is this one of those, "Nope - just you," things?