Irony

Always starting over. Constantly rebuilding.
I was too emotionally open. Too willing to share every little thing, perhaps even too enthusiastic about the future. Smothering, not "rough" enough. I was a place she had not been, and where she did not want to go. And somehow these things outweighed all of my other qualities, not at first, but over time.
The bitter irony is that the exact opposite of these traits used to be one of the primary complaints against me by various women in my life.
Do I laugh about this? Do I revert back?
But I believe in change. I would hate to think that I'm the same now as I was five years ago. I would like to think that I'm a better person.
Even so, I cannot help but think that fate is mocking me at least a little.