After breaking up with Q in the fall of 2014 and having M, (ostensibly my “soul mate”) also dump me after a long weekend of incredibly intimate connection, I was in pretty low spirits, to say the least. “Why did the Universe hate me so much?” I wondered. “What did I do to deserve all this sadness and loneliness? Why aren’t I worthy of a relationship? Why won’t anybody love me? Why was everything so fucking HARD? I was nice to people and treated them well. I was honest. What was I doing WRONG?” I honestly could not see the problem. Yet, I knew something had to change.