Magnet

I sat motionless for so long that even my constant companion, mind chatter, paused mid-sentence to conduct an investigation. We both held our breath and waited in anticipation for the answer to the riddle women everywhere (over centuries even!), even the most educated, seem unable to decipher. No matter how different we are, (age, race, faith, education, background) what forever binds us together is our hunger to know the secret. Why are we magnets for the wrong man, and why is it so hard to let go once we finally figure it out? What is about a man saying I love you, regardless of what his actions are telling us, that keeps us turning the other cheek.

After repeated negative experiences, I finally realized I didn’t have the answer because I wasn’t asking the right question. It was never about what was wrong with and how to fix him, it…