Rehab Romance

All my life, one way or another, there was a guy involved. Whether he was a boyfriend, not a boyfriend, a friend, a hostage—there was a guy. I never had a relationship that lasted more than four months and I could never figure out why. The thought that I could be the problem (not the guy) never crossed my mind. I would become mentally and emotionally attached to men. Without them I was depressed, unhappy and suicidal. I thought I needed them to be happy.