How to Ruin Your Life, One Relationship at a Time

So this is different than any other story I have ever written, but I'm very excited for it. I feel like the LGBTQ community doesn't get enough decent smut on here with actual plots and feelings, so here's my take on one. Hope you like it and constructive criticism is appreciated! No hate!
WARNING: extremely mature content and does contain lesbian material
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I'd always thought you had a choice in love. You chose who you liked, you chose who you dated, you chose who you fell in love with. You chose how far things went and how fast things happened. You chose when it was time to walk away, to forget, to fall out of love.
I had also thought love was a good thing. People spent their whole lives trying to find it. Love made you happy. It made you selfless. It made you see everything through a different viewpoint. You didn't care if you had no money, or that your family was a mess, or that your childhood was shit, or about your hellhole of a job. You were in love.
Obviously, I had watched too many Hallmark movies because that was a load of bullshit.
Of course I didn't realize that until it was too late.
I wouldn't realize that until after I met Sloan. And by that time, what was the fucking point?