My Picker Is Broken

My Grandpa was married four times. My Dad was married five times. I’ve been divorced once. I come from a long line of Broken Pickers.I was married for eight years to a great woman and we tried hard to make it work. It wasn’t our B effort - it was our best effort and it still ended. After my divorce, I spent a couple of years lost, hurt and confused. Then I met and fell in love with another great woman and after four years together that relationship ended.The break up hurt and sent me looking back in the mirror, because I knew the call was coming from inside my own house.All I know for sure is - I was down for awhile… again.But as I got back on my feet, I started asking my buddies and then strangers how the boy/girl thing works for them.The answers were different, but the stories had a lot of similarities. It didn’t seem to matter if you were a man or a woman, what your sexual orientation or race was; the answer was the same – our pickers were broken. Sure the relationship didn’t work, but we were picking them.Most people have at least one story about a bad choice. Not just a bad one-nighter, but a real “I should have known better. There’s a month/a year/ half my life I’ll never get back” story.Some of the stories were funny. Some were sad. Most were both. I thought I should write a book. Change the names and towns, but keep the laughs - and the tears. Enjoy the read... and if you see yourself in some of them know you're not alone.