It's hard to find the right person to marry, don’t you think?  They have to be ‘Mr. Right’. We have an ideal in our head, a ‘happy ever after’, a picture of what love really is. Or do we? Looking back, I realise that: A. He wasn’t that difficult to find, and B. That must be because he never was…‘Mr Right,’ that is…   Nor the one after that or the one after that. Yep, you’re right, three times; it’s what they call the ‘hope of triumph over experience,’ or in other words, in my case, stupidity! Yet they have been part of my patchwork of life and all taught me something about myself, the world, human nature and what we call love. We wander through the world, in our insecure attachments, meeting others of the same ilk, wanting connection, ‘love’ and companionship (if it lasts long enough). Are we/am I a serial monogamist, a philanderer, or needy? I’ve asked myself so many times, my mother has used all those phrases for me in no uncertain terms more than once and ‘friends’, w