Oops, I Did it Again…

​I’m back again. Four months later, I’m right back to feeling heartbroken with no one to blame but myself. It sucks when you know things can be different, but you’ve used up all your chances to prove it. I know I should just accept the inevitable, but daddy didn’t raise a quitter. I’m probably just making things worse, but I can’t just walk away. I know I have issues, and I really am trying my best to work through them. My therapist isn’t afraid to make me see when I’m the problem, and I can see it. I know exactly what the main issue is. But I’d it too late to fix it? Have I burnt all my bridges? I know I've had two strikes. But as a baseball fan, I know I still have one more strike before I'm out. I want to swing for the fences.