Diary of a Broken Heart

I’m sure you’ve heard of many story of women and men who have had different events in their lives that lead to why they have little or no time for love to exist in their lives. like every other story, mine is also unique to me. I’ve gotten to a good place in my life where telling my story doesn’t hurt me anymore. In case you don’t know, my name is Esther (my mum thinks it has a spiritual implication as it is gotten from the Bible.) So grab a tissue (for the emotional ones) or pop corn (for the hard-guys) and journey with me back through time and learn a few lessons.

“I cannot love the way I’ve loved before. It’s that simple.” I say vehemently as I sit on the settee. “Why?” Asked Deola, my best friend of so many years. “How long will you be like this?” I don’t see why I should after what I went through. “I told you before, I have plans and it does not include a man at all ok? I’m not gonna let a man distract me from my goals again” even as I said that it sounded like an old maid’s tale. “I don’t believe that.”  Sighing as Deola sits with me on the settee. “All this happened after him didn’t it Esther? You never told me what happened you know?”