I have spent most of my life either alone or trying to make others happy. And not because they asked me to but because their wants and needs were so much clearer to me than my own. I became so used to this routine that I assumed this was being in a relationship. I started to think that making other people happy was what made me happy.
When I look at my spotty dating history one thing stands out unfortunately clearly: I have never managed to write while in a relationship.