Destined to Be Second Fiddle

Once again, a man made a promise to me, and once again, he failed to keep that promise. He put another before me. I am just about ready to die. I am so lonely. I am an attractive, fun, educated woman. I have so much love, devotion, attention, and affection to give someone. Problem is, the men that want me, I dont want. The men that I DO want, dont want me.  I have been a doormat. I need to have some pride. It is better to be alone and lonely, than allow a man to string me along and keep me on the side as a back up plan. It hurts so damn bad.