I am, and always have been, a hopeless romantic. I’m a soppy mess who cries at romcoms and used to fall asleep dreaming of falling in love on a train/on holiday/in a theatre. I’m happily married now, and Steven is absolutely perfect, but please believe me when I say, I have had some hilariously disastrous relationships to get to this point. They say you have to kiss a few frogs, but I was almost knee deep in slimy toads.
I do, however, think that we are all culminations of the people we meet and the relationships we have and most of my failed relationships have taught me a lot. I know now what I want from my marriage because of them.
So, I’ve decided to post about them! I’ll anonymise their names (because weirdly at least one ex-boyfriend follows me online… if not a few!) and try to be objective. I’m going to do this as a series (lol, I’m so good at keeping up with series’ aren’t I?!), and try to do it chronologically. I think I’ll skip a few relationships that didn’t teach me much at all (these are not even the shorter ones, I learned a lot from those), or mention them in passing, but essentially we are going to go through my dating history. In a lot of cases, it’s not just the guys’ fault that it failed, and in a few cases it’s fully my fault so I am going to be as honest as I can.
I’d be interested to hear your thoughts as we go along!
A very nostalgic (and cringing!) Codiekinz.