If someone ever needed a picture to conceptualize the term 'emotionally volatile', I'd be the one screaming, and "I volunteer as tribute. and " I was a mess, I couldn't keep a 'real job', and I was prone to angry outbursts at the slightest provocation. TLDR; I was problematic. Toxic, if you believed every one of my exes.If we were looking at the whole picture, I was not a catch. Men didn't want someone difficult like me. They didn't have the patience or the will and I didn't blame them. A boring relationship with a guy that tolerated me was the best I could hope for. That was exactly who I'd been with for the past two years; a boyfriend that was kind of an asshole and barely acknowledged my existence.Then... he showed up. Two years and an ocean had separated us, but now he was back and it seemed like he was on a mission to pull me back into his orbit.Not happening. None for me, thanks. Okay, maybe a bite. Just one, though. I swear.