Heartbreak is an intense emotional pain or overwhelming grief one feels after a relationship ends. Two out of every five adults have experienced varying degrees of heartbreak in their lifetime. Heartbreak hurts more when it happens when you least expect it. One moment the relationship is all sweet and rosy and the next moment, one partner decides they no longer want to continue. This leaves the other in an emotional torture wondering what they may have done wrong.
Although heartbreak can lead to depression, there are some heartbreaks that when you look back, you are grateful that it happened. Heartbreaks that save you from a potential danger or a possible life of misery in the future.
Allow me to share with you one such heartbreak that almost ruined my life but looking back, I'm grateful it happened.
My last relationship was one relationship I never believed would end. Everything was perfect. We were a sensational couple and people admired us. Being with each other felt right. Although the relationship has its own challenges just like every other normal relationship, we still found a way of handling these challenges.
Cyril was just the man of my dream or so I thought. We were together for three years. At some point, he felt the need for us to take it to the next level and he proposed. I was beyond ecstatic when he popped the question and it only felt right to say yes to the man of my dreams. I mean, what other response could I have given?
We met each other's parents and disclosed our intentions to start the journey of forever. That was when my woes started. The mother started finding faults where there are none. First, she said his elder brother must be married before him because it is wrong in their tradition for the younger one to get married before the elder. That sounded bizarre to me seeing how we were from the same place. I accepted for the sake of peace and we encouraged the elder brother with some cash so he could start the journey since he's been dating a particular lady for seven years.
Weeks turned into months and there were no serious signs of tying the knot soon from the brother. Cyril couldn't take it anymore and insisted we started with our own plans. Something that didn't go down well with his mother as she labelled me "desperate".
All through, it was one accusation or the other from the mother. Finally, she succeeded in brainwashing her son and he called off the wedding barely three weeks to the wedding date. My whole world came crumbling. At first, it felt like a dream I would wake up from but alas the proposed wedding date came and passed and reality hit me that it was indeed, all over.
Six months later, he got married to another lady. Before then, I found out he was a serial cheat and had fathered two children by two different women while we were dating. The young beautiful wife he married has become a shadow of herself. Can you blame her? Her husband is always in one trouble or the other. There is always an allegation against him. His friends have severed ties with him because of his questionable character. What pissed me off most about him is the fact that he had the audacity to ask for an affair after four years of break up. It dawned on me that he never regarded me as if I wasn't good enough to be his wife but good enough to be his mistress.
Everyday, I am grateful the marriage never happened. I am grateful he was brave enough to call off the relationship at such a time because he saved me from a life of misery. A life of potential STDs and STIs and a life of never knowing what it means to marry a good man and into a loving family. The heartbreak was indeed a blessing in disguise.
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