Two for Two

I have made a fool of myself and continue to do so as I spill my broken heart onto the internet. For the past five and a half years, I have loved and grown and somehow managed not to be enough. Thirty-four seems too old to feel like this, although I know it happens to everyone. I am embarrassed for believing that 5.5 years was going to lead to marriage even after I reconsidered becoming a parent. You know detrimental me: giving everything I have to those I love without actually investing in myself. I end up with nothing except for heartache and the hard-earned knowledge of what to avoid in the future: single parents, younger people and in general, falling in love.