The Importance Of My Love Story

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A quote once said by La Rochefoucauld has an abundance amount of meaning to my life. The significant quote said “When we are in love, we often doubt what we most believe”. Throughout the 18 years of my life, I have experienced numerous experiences with the word “love”. Love can be like a fairytale or it can be a drama-filled television series. This story is not about my love story, but it’s about someone quite close to me. It’s about my mom’s love story.

This story started when my mom and dad ended their relationship. I was in second grade when my parents broke the news to me. Months later, my mom brought this man around. Let’s call him Brian. At seven years old, I was skeptical about Brian. He wasn’t my dad. One day my mom sat me down and …show more content…

I came home to my mom bawling in the living room. She informed me that Brian told her that he has been cheating on her for the past eight months. A month after telling my mom that he wanted to marry her, he started a new relationship with a new woman. My mom was so heartbroken; she seen the good in someone who didn’t deserve it. He wasted 11 years of her life just to cheat on her. She explained to me that she went through his phone when he was sleeping and seen the proof.

During that week, Brian became cold and heartless. My mom wanted to fight for their love but he didn’t want to anymore. He was done with her. My mom didn’t realize her self-worth and drank every single night. She was emotionally unstable; she believed something was wrong with herself. I have never seen my mom’s spirit so low. This man blindsided her. He kicked us out of the house and had his new, young girlfriend move in.

Her love story may have had a terrible ending, but her life story is just now starting. La Rochefoucauld said, “When we are in love, we often doubt what we most believe.” My mom was blindly in love with a man who was not good for her. She doubted all of their fights and arguments. All because of her love for him, she did not realize he was tearing her down in the long run. There are no fairytale ending when it comes to

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