Every time I try and settle down, I get pushed away.

Of course, it started with my real family.

Then my school.

Then my friends.

My first partner. And my second and third.

And I thought I’d made it then. Fiancée. Massive rock.

But they went too.

Rejected.

I don’t want to play this game any more. I’m not a bumper car, or a bouncy ball, I’m a person.

And then again, my next partner.

Bounced away again.

And again.