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The Heartbroken Heartbreaker

It took me how long to write this? Probably a million years! This piece is long overdue! Ladies and gentlemen, especially ladies, please do not feel particularly attacked by this piece. I am trying very hard to be honest.
Last night, I thought to myself what my response would be if people ever asked me if I've been heartbroken and before I knew it, I had a long speech about how unserious men can be and how women suffer as a result of this. Then it occurred to me that, in the real sense of things, I have never had my heart broken by anybody. Please, please, please, I am not forming wonder woman or holy than thou, it is the simple truth!
I came to this realization because, I noticed that if there was ever a time that I felt terrible emotionally it was because of my own expectations and unrealistic guesses. I really don't like to write things about love and relationship and stuff because it gives my readers too much opportunity to get into my head and sometimes, imagine things I did not even say! Please, I am not saying that I am a hopeless romantic, please oh.
I only want my fellow unmarried people to realize that sometimes when we are let down emotionally be it in a romantic relationship or platonic relation, we may very well be the reason. I mean, from the start, certain people clearly let you know that they can't give as much as you would love in a friendship or relationship. However, we keep hoping things will change and if they don't, we play heartbroken.
The biggest example of Heartbreakers who break their own hearts is mostly found in romantic relationships. I mean, sometimes ladies get involved with married men who are bored of their marriages and when the man suddenly quits the relationship, the ladies cry foul. Excuse me, what did you expect? Also, there are some times when out of the blindness that comes with love, people overlook serious shortcomings of the people they date. Over time, love is bound to get cold somehow and when it does, your blindness is partially healed, hurray! But then you're stuck with an annoying person. Chances are that the doings and undoings of the person will begin to annoy if not hurt you. The end product? Heartbreak. Then you begin to listen to Beyonce and Taylor Swift, you dance and sing and play the victim but really, you victimized yourself.
Am I saying love an extremely perfect person? No. Am I saying don't date a married man? That is your wahala! A child that can swallow a whole coconut knows how he will liaise with his anus so that they can shit it out! Don't rush into things, don't overlook serious issues, don't break YOUR heart!

With love,
From a young girl looking for ice-cream. 

Comments

  1. A safe writing indeed. Good one, lady. Everyday moves you closer to that big picture. 'Don't stop', Olamide (2016).

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    1. Thanks. Yes, I tried so hard to make it safe. What big picture? LOL

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  2. WOW..... You're blessed

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    1. Thanks for always following my blog posts.

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  4. Quintessentially articulated to the assimilation of renowned scholars... Girl you are a dope positively and this is a bomb... above the sky is your limit... keep shining

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    1. Big big oyibo sir. Thanks for the encouragement.

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  5. Finally!!! Trust me, it's a beautiful, sincere and instructive piece.
    PS: From a Young who has a long list of Ice cream location s

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  6. This is nice Winnie. I think you should write something about 100lv girls and final year boys. There is this misconception about the love affair that exist between them. I have always seen the final year boy as one that sees 100lv girls as vulnerable and chooses to hunt, catch trips and leave the school for good or sadly still, a cursed future. I recently got to discover there is a second side to the coin and that's the 100lv girl flaunting herself just so she can grab a final year boy in her warm embrace.

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