- On May 12, 2015
The first really serious relationship was one where we met in a pub through friends. We started to talk and it felt really comfortable. It felt really good and so we exchanged numbers. We started seeing each other and spending more time together. Could this be Mr Right? I wondered, honestly I know they don’t come with a nametag written “Mr Right” but I felt at ease with him, as if I had known him for a while. He might just be the one, otherwise why am I feeling so good about him?
Three months into the relationship he ‘popped the question’. Yep, he proposed, and even though I was really surprised and barely knew him, I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to fulfil my dream. So, I said ‘Yes’
Wasn’t it all going too fast too soon? Well maybe, but why wait if the relationship felt and seemed good. I went ahead and introduced him to my dad and guess what, that went really well too. My dad felt good about him. Was a relationship of 3 months mature enough to get to a proposal at that stage? Actually I didn’t think much of it, after all I wasn’t gonna ruin my chances of finding true love. Or so I thought.
Six months into the engagement, and the bombshell dropped. He said ‘I don’t know what I feel for you anymore’ and he felt we should break up. What? ‘Was he playing a silly joke on me’? I asked him. I got desperate, I asked if there was someone else, begged to try and fix whatever was causing the breakup. I did not see this one coming.
I thought to myself, this is every girl’s dream of true love that just slipped through my hands. The dream of wearing that white dress, of going up to that altar, the sacred vows, holding hands, the kiss, all gone up in smoke. My whole world turned upside down, confusion, disappointment, heartache, honestly I didn’t know what to think.
How could it all go so wrong when after all it felt and seemed so good? How did things end up this way? Nothing had prepared me for this day. I did not know what to do.
At that time the remedy seemed to be to forget love and focus on work, turn myself into a workaholic and keep my mind away from thinking about love. ‘You’re still young and there are still plenty of fish in the sea’ pep talk from friends did little to heal my wounds.
You would have thought this had served me as a lesson; right?
See you next time for breakup number 2