I am 35 years old, and for the longest time, my life felt like a cruel cycle of heartbreaks. I was the woman men ran to when they were lonely, but the same woman they left once they found “better.” I gave my heart, my time, and my love yet all I got in return were empty promises and tears.
I remember how every December, when I traveled upcountry for Christmas, my aunts would whisper behind my back. “That one is almost hitting 40 with no husband, no child, just jumping from one heartbreak to another.” Their words cut deeper than they will ever know. I would lock myself in my room and cry.To read more,click here
