THE REASON I GAVE UP ON LOVE AND THE IMPACT IT HAD ON ME

There are various reasons why people may decide to quit on a particular thing or another, which range from disappointment to displeasure, disagreement, or getting a better offer/opportunity. I, for one, have had several situations and scenarios where I have given up on something, and most times it isn't as easy as it seems, although giving up in some aspects might come much easier without any atom of doubt before or after taking that bold step.

It was difficult to come to a consensus about which aspect of my life story I had previously quit because I had previously written about two separate instances in which I had done so. Therefore, in order to avoid continually saying the same thing, today I'll be talking about one of the hardest decisions I had to make: why I had quit despite still being heavily involved in what I had quit.

Today I'll be talking about my love life and why I quit my previous relationship. For those who know me well, most of them can attest to the fact that I literally distance myself from ladies, especially when I'm not 100 percent sure that such friendship won't go beyond the friendship line. For someone who has once been in a relationship that lasted for over 6 years, I'm sure you'll be wondering why such a person would give up on love.

Well it happened that truly I was in a relationship for some years with someone I do much cherish and adore, and mostly always put first in everything despite the fact that we weren't married, but then something came up that may have caused me to leave the vicinity in which we reside for a faraway state, and that led to us not seeing each other for about 3 months.

Because of the love I had for her and how much I'd missed her, I decided to go to the place where she lived to pay her a surprise visit, but on my arrival at her place, I ended up being the one who was dumbfounded and surprised by what I saw, and that single scene changed everything for us totally.

She obviously attempts to compose herself and begs that it isn't what I think and that everything was a mistake. Well, I was boiling within and couldn't take the anguish, so I told her to forget about us right then and there, even though we were already preparing for our wedding. It was very challenging for me to quilt that relationship because, despite what I saw, I still have feelings for her.

Yes, it was true that I still loved her despite what she did, but the pain was just too much for me to bear, given the fact that most of my friends have said similar things to me on different occasions, and I, being a fool, always jump to get defense and didn't know what they said was really true until I saw it with my own eyes.

Since that incident, which happened now about five years ago, I've kept as much of a distance from women as I can, which has made it extremely difficult for me to fall in love. Since then, I have hardly been moved by anything, and I tend to look at most situations as what's the big deal instead of demonstrating empathy. I believe that the event of that day killed my emotions.

Aside from the fact that it killed my emotions, whenever I talk with my female friends, I usually prefer to back away or stop approaching them if I notice that I'm becoming emotional. I suppose my aversion to women was caused by my worry that I would find love again and experience heartbreak.

Thanks so much for reading my article. It was inspired by the HIVE Learners community topic that asks us to talk about any event in our lives where we had to quit and the impact it had on us. You can read Kronia's post to get better information and details on what it required to write as well.