I started with E, he was project #1. Broke, pot smoker but gorgeous. I tried for 2 years to fix him to make him what I wanted. That ended in fireworks. Literally it was the fourth of July and I left. Driving to my parents house with the city fireworks behind me
About a month later I met J. Project #2 13 years my senior. Maturity level of a college student, yet a genius. Also an alcoholic. I later moved on to marry J. This again lasted in a disastrous nearly 4 year divorce proceedings.
Through those four years was C. The real love of my life. Homeless, living in his car, 2 kids, a bitch of an ex wife, no drive and from what I've learned recently a pathological liar as well. Yet I loved him the most. I cry myself to sleep every night over him and wake up crying every morning that he's been gone.
Why? No seriously why? Why do I take on project men? I never really thought of myself as a project sort of girl. Are any guys out there not projects or can I just not accept the man for who they really are?
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