WHAT I AM IS WHAT I AM AND WHAT YOU ARE, OH WHY?

My tears are not so much for you as they are for not understanding what anyone expects from me. I can't. What do I do wrong?
I love my job but it isnt my job bc Im technically a temp. Loved my house, it was never mine. Loved my husband, he was never around. Loved Dan, he was never mine.
Everything is always on loan with terms and conditions that I am never privileged enough to be aware of.
I'm not good enough for someone who isn't good enough for himself. I can accept that. You want something more from yourself and won't accept anything less then who you envision yourself to be, from anyone.
You don't know me and you don't ask. But again, sorry for your loss.
The cry fest was short lived, I bounce back like a beach ball on a trampoline.So I leave you with a kiss goodbye