If there’s one pain that cuts deeper than a knife, it is the pain of giving your all to someone only for them to destroy you piece by piece. For years, my love life was nothing but a cycle of heartbreaks. It was as if I had been cursed to only attract a certain kind of men, the selfish, the cheaters, the liars, and the ones who promised heaven but delivered hell.
My first serious relationship in campus was with a man I thought would be my forever. He was charming, intelligent, and attentive, at least at the beginning. But months later, I found out he was cheating with my best friend. The betrayal crushed me. I cried myself to sleep for weeks, wondering what I had done wrong. But I told myself, “Love will find me again.”
The second relationship was no better. I met a man who pretended to be caring, but all he ever wanted was money. He drained me emotionally and financially, and when I couldn’t keep up with his demands, he left without a trace. That one broke me in a way I can’t explain, I felt used, cheap, and unwanted.
By the time I got into my third relationship, I was already broken. This one seemed different, he talked about marriage, about children, about building a future. But then came the lies. Nights he wouldn’t come home, endless phone calls from strange women, and eventually I discovered he had another woman pregnant while still with me. My world collapsed. To continue reading, click here.