What I learned from my worst breakup - SB-Chronicles #48

Hello friends, welcome to my blog

Let’s talk today about a topic that, let’s be honest, none of us is immune to: heartbreak. Some more than others, but at least once in our lives, we’ve all felt our hearts shatter into a thousand pieces. That’s why it makes so much sense that there are thousands of songs about breakups; humanity loves to suffer in style and accompany the drama with those “heart-wrenching” songs that make us sing at the top of our lungs. 🤣🤣🤣

I’m currently about to celebrate 20 years with my partner—a whole lifetime together. But, of course, I had a life before I met him (and he had his too). To be honest, I’m not the type to fall in love at first sight; in my entire life, I’ve only truly fallen in love twice, and the first time… well, it didn’t go so well.

There’s a very popular saying that goes: “A student’s boyfriend isn’t a professional’s husband.” In my case, it applied perfectly. I graduated from college and moved to another city to start working, while I was “supposedly” waiting for him to finish his studies and graduate too.

Unfortunately, the distance got the better of us. At the time, we didn’t have the maturity needed to handle the long-distance relationship or to wait patiently and make the plans we’d so eagerly built together come true. Since my first love was extremely intense, you can imagine that the way I dealt with the heartbreak was just as dramatic.

Back then, I discovered my “superpowers” when I have a broken heart: I’m the type who tends to cry buckets and send endless messages pouring out my misery. 😛 Today I look back on all that and laugh, but I swear that at the time I felt like I was going to die of sadness.

The funny thing is that, even though years have passed and I’ve obviously moved on to a new partner, my core remains the same. My husband and I have a beautiful relationship, but perfect couples don’t exist, and we argue from time to time too. And what happens when we fight? Well, I start crying exactly the same way.

I’m not at all the proud type who swallows her feelings or hides so no one sees her vulnerability. Not at all! I cry and kick and scream. 🤣🤣 Mind you, it’s not like I cry to get attention or force myself to cry like a soap opera actress; it’s simply that when the feeling hits me, I can’t control myself and the tears just flow.

At the end of the day, that first heartbreak taught me to know myself, to accept my emotions without shame, and to value the stability and maturity I have in my marriage today.