I have been thinking.

 3 of 4 of my ex's are married.

1 has a child.

And all the brides? Good friends that they have had or that they said not to worry about. 
(Remember when you told me "he is a keeper" and then he cheated on me and lied?)

I kept thinking it has to be me.
But these assholes knew all along. 
They knew that they didn't love me because they didn't know what love was. I showed them love and then they ran into someone else's arms to show them.

Everytime I said I wanted to leave. Everytime I said I didn't feel in love anymore it got twisted back to me. "Well you this and you that". You can't blame my depression or my anxiety on the fact that you have no communication skills and no regard for anyones feelings simply because you have none. 

I am really trying to be done with figuring out why I am so broken. Because I think I know why.
I give so much to everyone. Ask me to "Jump" and I say "How High?". I devote time and effort to everyone because I feel like some people just deserve it.
When you say "I love you" my goal is to love you more. But as I am learning, not everyone is capable of that or deserving of that. 
Some people just don't understand how to be helpful because they are so wrapped up in their own ideas of how "tHiNgS sHoUlD bE".

I am sick of being the blam when all I wanted to do was leave and wasn't stong enough too. 
If you want to leave and they don't want to get help either, than leave. It isn't worth trying to help someone who doesn't want to be helped because they will only be insulted by your suggestion.