Have you ever been happy and things are working out as you hoped… then all the sudden, one by one all of the should-a, would-a, could-a men start popping back into your life? One by one they start wondering how you’ve been, telling you they miss you, anything that they can to make you question if you really are happy.
It’s like a radar signal sent out, some high-pitch sound only the men of your past can hear… “Oh, she’s happy? Time to make her question it and see if I can stir things up.” They always seem to think.
Maybe I’m the only one who feels this way, but the second things start working out– there they all seem to come, one by one, trying to make you feel as miserable as they did once upon a time.