I always believed it was me. Nobody wanted to date me and the only opinion I got out of the opposite sex was that I was too fat and ugly for anyone to want to be with. So I married the only guy who ever expressed interest (21 ... such a young age, but when you know everyone else dating for almost ten years by that point, you feel desperate). My unhappiness with my first husband was both of our own doing, as we were both extremely incompatible as spouses - not to mention he blamed me for his disinterest in having sex, so the marriage was never consummated.

After finally getting rid of him, I kept meeting immature types until I finally worked on my own emotional health, and the guys started becoming better quality.

I still have my neurotic moments, but my fiance knows how I tick and is able to tell me to get over it like an adult, and he refuses to feed any negativity I suddenly feel. In turn, I'm growing out of feeling like I have bad luck; I'm simply making more conscious decisions about my relationships and happiness. Quite liberating, really.