Boyfriend (BF) 1 was the love of my life. I did the unthinkable of “seeing” someone else. My own fault. I lost.

BF 2 had a hot temper and was overly possessive. I was too insecure to do anything, and thought that as long as I played “happy”, things would be alright. He ended up getting arrested for domestic violence towards me.

BF 3 was a long-distance relationship between Phoenix and Mexico City for 7 years. I ended up paying a lot of money in airfare and eventually to get him ahem across the border. Ended up the same way as number 2.

BF 4 was wonderful. Left me while I was sick in the hospital.

I think I am just going to date myself, watch endless episodes of “Sex and the City”, eat ice cream by the tubful, and travel.