While watching another episode of Sex and The City last night (I still haven't scratched the surface of the box set yet!) I had my epiphany. I was actually taking a sip out of my tea and spluttered it back out when I heard Carrie Bradshaw tell me, quickly and simply, what was wrong with me, or rather, what was wrong with them.

The men I have chosen to date (latest catch excepted) just don't "get me".

It is not me that has had the problem, it is them ... Y and JJ. They haven't understood the complexities of me. Not only that, they haven't bothered to even try. When the time came to try and dig a little deeper and learn a little more, they didn't understand and so they walked away. At the time I felt distraught. In one Carrie Bradshaw sentence, I feel enlightened.

Ironically, I very rarely argued with Y. I can think of twice (the second time being the Jilting). I had no reason to assume things weren't fabulous, but here comes the crunch. When the time came to dig a little deeper, Y stopped, couldn't be bothered and walked away. The same with JJ. Actually, I can't even think of a time when we actually argued, but then it all came crashing down and he was not willing to work at it.

So the bottom line is this, I can try and be a little more "Simple" for a little longer (until I have the ring on my finger!) or I can wait until I find someone that gets me.

With Burnley Boy there is something different. We argue all the time. I am forever expecting the worst, but it never comes. Quite frankly, despite the fact that he seems to adore me, he doesn't think twice of biting back in an argument. He challenges me. Often he drives me to the brink of madness. Does that mean that he gets me?

To be honest, I think I can finally see through the smoke. Do I really want to spend a lifetime with someone like JJ or Y, who can't be bothered to learn about me and embrace what and who I am? Shouldn't I wait until I find someone who understands what makes me tick? I think so.

So, I tried to imagine what life would have been like if I had married Y. I take the four years we were together and multiple them up, and I am horrified by what I see. I think about the person that I am now and the person that he is now and I can't imagine the two together. I think he would have suffocated me. I might be single, but at least I can breathe.

Then I imagined what life would be like with someone who "Got Me", grew with me, challenged me and actually cared about my hopes and dreams and aspirations. Much better.

I think Carrie Bradshaw has got something there....