Everytime I love someone, something bad happens. My mother ran away when I was only six, and ever since then, I've been afraid to love again. My step mother is angry at me for this, and is always ...
1. Never loose hope. The sun will shine for you too !. 2. The "fact" you mentioned (when you love, something bad happens) is not a real fact by a co-insident. It happened, by pure chance, at the same time. You loved your mother because she was worth it and she ran away not because you loved her but for other reasons. 3. If I went out with a black coat and was involved in an accident does it mean that the reason is the black coat. Nonsense !. 4. You need proffessional help !. The sooner the better. 5. Don't loose your ability to trust and love !. Please Please, Please !. 6. Think good (and possitive) and it will be good. G-d bless you (you deserve it and need it !).