My Obsession with Men

Decades ago I was so obsessed with men that I lived and breathed them for them. It was as though my very life depended on whichever man was my latest love of my life. I became an alcoholic, and my obsession with men only grew worse. I would be as high as the sky when a man I desired expressed interest in me. I would crash so low I was devastatingly depressed when a man rejected me. Suffice it to say they all ended up rejecting me. My poor mother lovingly and patiently listened to it all over the...