Story time

Before we begin, some people have asked me where they can get some of the books i reviewed on my blog. 

https://rhbooks.com.ng/?ap_id=Jannaonyemaobi

With the link above, you can purchase any book of your choice from Rovingheights.


LOVE

Teach me how to love

Because to me

Love is nothing but a myth

People believe in

When they think they are crazy about someone.

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We were two broken pieces, eager to find completion in each other not minding if it hurt us in the end. My heart was broken, not once not twice but I stayed because I got the validation I needed from him. He made me feel whole even when he cheated.

The first time was a mistake, he claimed he was drunk and seduced, he could not resist because she was just like me. 

MISTAKE!

Something people assume they do when they deviate from the right path. Everything becomes a mistake if it does not go as planned but the question remains this; are mistakes meant to be planned?

My husband made me believe cheating was an unavoidable mistake and I just needed to overlook it because I was not equipped to deal with the consequences. I needed his money, power and influence to be worthy in the society and he needed my beauty to be recognized. In conclusion, we needed each other.

It hurt me when I smelt her perfume under his cologne, it broke me.

How do you claim to love someone and act not bothered when the person is hurt? How do you claim to love someone and hurt them repeatedly?

These questions hunted me for the five years I spent in that marriage.

I thought I knew what love is until I didn’t anyone. I thought love was real until I wasn’t so sure anymore.

Why was I expecting perfection from a person that didn’t understand what trying was. I was blinded by this myth called love and it cost me five years of my life.

The day I left him was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, but it wasn’t because I met someone else.

These people do not give up.

How do you expect me to jump into a relationship when I have barely recovered from the previous one, but I read him wrong, he didn’t want a relationship, at least not yet. He just wanted to know me and be close to me, something kept drawing him to me.

I pushed him away, I didn’t want to find healing in someone else because if I did, it would be me repeating the same mistake and to me, intentionally doing what you are not supposed to do isn’t a mistake, it’s just a bad decision. I am not one to make bad decisions.

He gave me space when I needed one and respected my privacy even without me asking him to do so. He was a new breed, different from the ones I was used to.

He taught me love from a different perspective, love isn’t something you feel when you are crazy about someone, love isn’t something you are obligated to feel just because you believe there is no way out, love is a decision, love is a commitment, love is simply love.

He made me believe I didn’t need validation from anyone, I just needed determination to rise. Who I choose to be is solely dependent on me.


I was just a broken piece

Unsure of what was going on in my life

Yet felt obligated to live in it.

I didn’t understand the term love

So I created my own understanding of it

While silently hoping that love finds me.

Jennifer Kardoso

(fictional character).

 

Written by

Janna Onyemaobi



Comments

  1. FunmilogoSeptember 19, 2020 at 7:01 AM

    Beautiful piece 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖

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  2. UnknownSeptember 19, 2020 at 7:51 AM

    Jan. You are amazing at what you do,I learn from you alot, I never knew how to fictionalize me characters properly but I think I am learning the right way from your blog

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    1. Janna OnyemaobiSeptember 19, 2020 at 8:10 AM

      Wow, thank you so much🙏. I really appreciate this ❤️.

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  3. UnknownSeptember 19, 2020 at 8:15 AM

    Ja Naa!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    Way to go girl.

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