It became a joke among my friends, which I privately sobbed about but publicly laughed at. Every relationship I entered appeared to be full of passion and future aspirations. But something always changed the instant we were intimate. He would be chilly the next morning. The calls would cease. Ignored messages. Then there was quiet. I initially held myself responsible. Perhaps I was too eager. Perhaps I offered too much too quickly.
But even when I believed I was doing everything correctly, how could the same thing keep happening with other guys in various places? One specific instance in particular shattered me. I met a man who was nice, spiritual, and focused on his family, everything I had longed for. We took it easy, dated for four months, and got to know one another’s parents. At last, I relaxed, assuming this one was genuine. However, the cycle was repeated the night we had an intimate encounter. By the next morning, he had abandoned me. To read more click here.
