This story isn't about finding a man. It's about finding yourself, so your destiny can find you.
ONCE UPON A TIME I USED TO THINK I WAS UNLUCKY IN LOVE. For years, none of my relationships worked: hot French dudes, single-dad surfers, bipolar artists, fun-loving techies—all swept in with such promise, but inevitably went up in flames.
In every relationship, I tried to be something I wasn’t: an impeccable hostess, a surrogate mother, an AA sponsor, a wanton sex goddess. I twisted myself inside and out (even learning French!) to no avail.
This story is from the February 2016 edition of Latina.
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