Updated: Apr 5, 2019
I was determined to rest for the first two days of the week because the previous weekend was very hectic for me. My phone was in the silent mode to avoid distractions. I dragged myself out of bed on Tuesday afternoon and on checking my phone I discovered that I had missed several calls. A lady tested that I should call her urgently, she had rung me five times. What could it be? Why was she so desperate to speak to me? Her name is Linda, read what she told me.
It was the most wicked act of my existence on earth. I left on that holiday full of hope, aspiration and love but I returned with a broken and depressed heart. I still can’t bear to talk about the humiliation on my I return. I cried my heart out and I didn’t speak to anyone for days.
It happened last year’s valentine day. I was looking forward to spending the day with my boyfriend. I was very excited when he informed me that we would be flying out to a romantic holiday destination. He said that it was important for us to be alone together. I was very happy, and I was looking forward to this important time alone with the man I loved. I informed my friends and some family members, you needed to see how some of my friends turned green with envy. Helen, my cousin suspected that he was going to propose to me, and I couldn’t agree less. For me, it was a journey towards destiny, an important one. He collected me from home on the morning of the 13th of February. I made sure everybody around noticed me as I walked towards his car. My flatmate gave me a thumb up and said “Go girl” as she watched me with envy from her room. Nothing on his face gave me a hint of what would later happen when we exchanged pleasantries in the car.
How would you like my story to end? A proposal, marriage and the happily ever after! Well, he broke the news to me on valentine day. He told me that it was over between us. Are you surprised? It was more than a surprise for me, I froze to death on the spot. It was the most wicked act of my existence on earth. I left on that holiday full of hope, aspiration and love but I returned with a broken and depressed heart. I still can’t bear to talk about the humiliation on my I return. I cried my heart out and I didn’t speak to anyone for days. Why on earth did he choose a romantic holiday on a valentine day to jilt me? Why did he suddenly stop loving me? What offence have I committed that deserve that treatment? I’m still hurting.
Linda is seeking advice and she also wants others to learn from her experience. Please help by sharing your opinion on the questions below:
Q1. Why would a man treat a lady he claimed to love in this manner?
Q2. How can a lady earn respect and be treated right in a relationship?
Q3. How can a person with a broken heart move on?
Q4. How is a broken relationship better than a broken marriage?