My therapist says I have a Jesus complex. You know, I don't think just because the last three boyfriends I had were on the registry means that I have a savior complex. One of them had a heroine addiction, but he was deep down a really good guy. The addiction was essentially making him steal from people and the resulting paranoia caused him to kill a few cats. Less than ten. Actually, the last two boyfriends I had were sleeping with each other while I was with one of them, that's a WHOLE other story.
If I was Jesus I certainly would have forgiven Jessie. He was a guy I dated for two months that catfished me out of 12,000 dollars by saying it was paying for him to go on a mission to Zimbabwe to set up a well for a impoverished family of nine. Then a guy from my work tracked him and found out he was an out of work drag queen living in Chicago and purchasing Mannyhose and tiara's online. I tried to get him to return the tiara's, but the Mannyhose site said in bright red letters, "Dare to wear and you keep the pair!" Whatever.
I'm not, like, raising my hand in eager anticipation and I am certainly not descending from the sky, but I do feel like people are essentially good at heart and if you're that guy that nobody seems to give a chance to...I might be able to turn you into a Prince! I'm just a regular girl who can see people. REALLY see people. Now I sound like an M. Night Shamalan film. But really. Put "Save Me" in the subject line and please include all the many ways you are struggling. Bonus if you can make me cry.