The Man Who Broke My Heart The Hardest
We have stories of rejection, disappointment, and heartache. We have different experiences from other people, and this is what makes life mysterious. Some situations in life can crumple us into pieces, whether literally or emotionally. There are experiences when we do not know when to start moving forward or when to feel happiness again.
And there are moments in life when we end up not trusting someone again. In this next piece that I wrote, I want to share with you an experience I will never forget until my last breath. Maybe you guys are familiar with this experience too.
Upon reading the title, I know what comes to your mind first. This could be another story of a failed relationship between a man and woman. You are quite right; this is a failed relationship between a daughter and a father.
Yes, my father broke my heart the hardest. We had a great connection and relationship back then. We were so close, and he was like my other half. But things happened, and everything went dull and cold.
It was a rainy night when my Mama asked me to accompany her to pick up my Papa somewhere. He was drinking all night, and we were waiting for him to come home. When my Mama knew about his whereabouts, she asked me to go with her to tell my Papa to come home.
I remember it was raining so hard that night when we got to a house and saw men and women sitting with a round table at the center. They were laughing and talking about things, but my eyes went through the man wearing a white sleeveless shirt. My Papa had his arms resting on a woman’s shoulder.
At a young age, seeing something like that, I already knew what the situation was there. I was an intelligent kid before. I felt the shock, shiver, and coldness from my head to toe. And the last thing I saw was my Mama pulling the woman’s hair and my Papa trying to get in between them. After the commotion, we went home. I saw my Mama cry.
And for the first time, I felt my heart broken.
Since I was still a kid, I did not take things seriously. But growing up, the disappointment I felt in my Papa, plus the heartache of seeing what he did, grew up. I cannot blame myself for not having the same appreciation, respect, and love for him now.
Would you blame me for it? If you are curious, I already forgave him. Maybe we were not enough before. But I will never forget what he did, and I will not be sorry for doing it. The experience made me powerful; I am an independent woman now. But I admit, he was the man who broke my heart the hardest.
How about you? Do you have a story to tell? Was your father a cheating husband too? Or who broke your heart the hardest? You can share your side of the story below if you want. It will be my pleasure to read it.
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