Not yours

This is primarily a female topic: convincing yourself to be with an unsuitable man, and then trying to fix the unfixable. It's like taking a piece of wood, wrapping it in dough, and then saying: "I'm trying to make pastries, but the filling tastes bad. I've already made the dough thicker and thinner. Shaped it into a square, and an oval. Lined them up and made a star. How can I make the filling taste good? What am I doing wrong? Or is it me that's wrong?" Relationships are a refuge, a world for two. Not the right one! For this man. Because he is not the right one for you. Well, he's not yours, and that's how it is. And even if you twist yourself into an eight and get the blessing of a thousand elders, he will still not be yours. And you're fine. It's just not fine where it's not your place.