Like Anna Karenina

I realized a little while back that I’m a lot like Anna Karenina.  Not because I’m Russian (which I’m not) or a member of high society (I wish), but that she causes her own self-destruction because of her lust and how she can’t control herself.  I feel like a lot of the time, with a relationship (not necessarily a romantic relationship but any relationship with others) I will sabotage it in one way or another and cause its demise.  I am my own worst enemy, and it seems I can’t stop myself, even when I’m aware that what I’m doing is wrong.

I only have myself to blame.  And blame I do.