For nearly a decade, Linda in Kisumu put on this brave face – poised, stunning, and the ultimate go-getter who juggled work and life like a pro. But behind that smile? A quiet storm was raging inside, one she kept locked away from everyone. Guys just… weren’t into it. No sparks, no second dates, no whispers of forever. She’d scroll through her feed, her heart sinking as pals lit up their timelines with cosy couple pics, sparkling rings, and those adorable first-baby ultrasounds.
Engagements. Honeymoons. The works. Linda? Crickets. Her DMs gathered dust. Calls from crushes? Nonexistent. Those rare coffee meetups fizzled fast: “You’re incredible, but timing’s off,” or “A friends vibe suits us better,” or the gut-punch, “You need someone who can keep up – I’m tapped out.” Eventually, even hellos dried up. At family dos, aunties would nudge with that teasing “So, who’s the lucky guy?” while cousins gossiped in corners. She’d crack a laugh, but oof, each jab landed like a bruise. And the real kicker? Three almost-happily-ever-afters that crashed hard.
One dude ghosted mid-convo. The next blamed some “jinx” hanging over her. The last? He hit her with, “You exhaust me; it’s like I’m stuck in quicksand around you.” Boom – shattered. Nights blurred into tears, pillows soaked as she’d whisper to the dark, “What’s broken in me? Am I doomed to this? God, why’s love playing hard to get?” Social invites? Nah, she’d bail, feeling like the odd one out in a world of pairs. If this hits home, you’re not solo; sometimes, the wait’s just the setup for something real. Continue Reading https://drbokko.com/? p=35034
