I used to swear I had a magnet somewhere in my body that would instantly attract the WORST possible person for me.
A dozen years ago I finally met a great guy that loves me for me and even likes all my dents and dings.
No constant litany of things I could improve to be better and he’s always honest. I love that part most of all. I can trust anything he says. We agreed from the start to be utterly honest with the good, bad, and ugly.
So even though my heart is a little bruised from people who didn’t treat it right – it’s still a good heart and he holds it now very carefully (and sometimes with PIE!) woohoo!