No hope for me

I’ve been thinking about love lately. And I started thinking about what examples of love I have in my life. I realized that I really don’t have any at all. My mother and father got divorced and I don’t believe he ever loved her and she is capable of loving. Both of my grandmothers husbands cheated on her constantly and so did her last boyfriend. My cousin Denisa who I live with at the moment has never had a healthy relationship. So really how much hope is there for me? Im walking into relationships with mo idea what they are supposed to be like. Now I can blame my family for cheating on my boyfriend Saturday, right? No, I didn’t think so. He sucks as a boyfriend anyways, I let my loneliness get the best of me when I started with him.