Is it Me?

She writes me again. I sit in my bed and tell myself I am ok though I don't believe it. I don't want to cry because of him, but I do. I want to sleep and pretend this never happened, but I can't. Is this going to be my life? The guy I hung out with who took me on dates and said he was celibate to then ask to meet with me and a co-worker so they could tell me they slept together. Someone I was pursuing a relationship with who pulled me outside during a work break to tell me he slept with someone else, that we met at party. My fiancé and his various affairs. And now another one. What's wrong with me? Why doesn't anyone ever want to treat me with respect, like I have feelings? I feel so alone. I wish my brother were here.