Facebook Is A Portal Into The Land Of What Could Have Been

There are few things that can get me into a funk faster than having an old boyfriend or worse yet a guy I declined ever dating initiate a friend request on Facebook and flaunt it in my face that they are so happy  (with their what have you been up to) and all the pictures I look at with beaming kids and beautiful wives.  I am pissed because I know these are good guys, great husbands, doting fathers and I missed the boat.  No I instead have been with a string of losers, drunks and sociopaths who beat me and treated me horribly until I gave up and decided it would be better to be alone.  I actually manage pretty well with my dad and my son as my main men, and they don't disappoint.  It's just that Facebook, damn your eyes, make me feel I've missed something great, that I could have had it all, if I would have been smart enough to see it.  They look at me grinning from their fancy basement bars and their exotic trips and I think I could have been next to them and happy.  Instead I picked a a-hole that told me what a stupid, unlovable bitch I was.  I mean he waited to share that until after we married, so needless to say I wasn't planning on staying long after that, but still.  I guess if you let all the good ones get away and only pick losers even if they seem great at first at some point you have to stop. I did I quit I stopped, I gave up.