Love: A Shattered Story

Love ShatteredThey say love is wonderful, full of joy, and happiness. That is sometimes short lived, especially if one falls out of love for you for the smallest things. I have known the painful side of love and what it can do to someone who finds love in the wrong arms.

When I first fell for someone, I was 19 years old. I was very naive about love because I have always thought of love as being with someone for eternity and never second guessed that it would ever be painful for anyone.  Anyway, I ended up going out with this man named John and I was the happiest girl in the world. I did not want this feeling of happiness to end and I actually loved being able to tell people that I had someone special in my life.

John told me that he loved me and I eventually lost what was precious to me. I thought that he’d be the one for me; however, reality set in afterwards. When I went back to live with my parents, John had moved (or lied about it) to New York and barely even talked to me; only when he felt like it. Then one day, John told me that he didn’t love me at all anymore. At that moment, I felt my heart break into tiny pieces as I shed my tears and he was basically saying things that didn’t make sense. I wanted revenge for him breaking my heart and telling me lies about how he felt about me; however, that wasn’t the answer to everything.

After going through that painful ordeal, John unexceptionally calls me once more telling me he won some money (another lie) and that he wanted me back. I told him that I don’t want to go back with him and eventually I didn’t speak to him for what he has done to me. I looked in comfort through sex because I didn’t want to feel anymore pain from what I went through before. When I just wanted sex from men, some of them would say, “I love you” to me and that shifted it my mind, to the point where I gave love another chance to a man named Nick.

However this time, Nick was always accusing me of cheating on him. When in reality, I was always around my sister (at the time when I was living with her) but he didn’t want to hear it. One day in Febuary 2011, my sister and I were at a party. I kept calling him because that night I was going to spend time with him at his place, but it turned out he was hanging with his 3825_20130304_200249_AWWWEEfriends down in Bristol, PA, getting drunk and whatnot. Although I was certain he was up to no good, I let the thought go and I went to his place anyway. Now, on Valentine’s Day, Nick’s friend calls me and tells me that he’s with another girl at a cafe. I just looked at the phone pissed off, until I got a text from Nick saying that his friend was just joking and I angrily told him that we were through with each other.

Later in the afternoon, I had decided that I was going to go back with Nick because I felt that I had overreacted, but then I was hit with the truth. Nick told me the day that I was at the party, he was about to hook up with this woman that he met through his friends. I was more angered and pissed off more than ever. He denied the fact that he messed with her but I knew in my heart he did. So, I stopped all contact with him and never talked to him again, due to his cheating ways.

Fast forwarding to present time…I haven’t found the one man that would be the key to my heart because of my fear of getting hurt once more; making my heart shatter into even more tiny pieces of sorrowfulness.

~ Angelique Andino

Comments

  1. Lil' Miss Gossip says:

    Wow, your story was so sad to me. I just want to give you a big hug and let you know that you deserve real and true love. Please, please, please, do not give up and go into sorrowfulness. A true fact in relationships is that people get hurt. You may be the one hurting someone else eventually or someone else may do it to you again. With love comes emotions like joy, pain, sorrow, and happiness. Just understand that you will have to meet a whole bunch of losers to really appreciate the one good man that comes into your life after them. Hearts shatter, but they also start mending again too; please remember that!

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