Love Hangover (But It’s Not Just Love)
A few days ago, I asked Achi, one of my best friends, this question: “How many broken hearts can we actually endure as human beings?” Then she answered: “As long as we live in this world. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be people who kill themselves.” There were days when I thought I couldn’t endure one more broken heart, not only because of the pain, but also because of the disappointment. I can deal with anger and resentment quite quickly, but not with disappointment. Every time—even when I’m not thinking about it—the memory of a certain disappointment suddenly pops into my head, and my heart sinks right away. It reminds me of one of my backbone clients back in my advertising days: “You over-promised and then under-delivered to me. That’s a form of betrayal, Ega.” That statement has pierced me for years now. And I finally get it. The amount of disgust, hatred, and stupidity that I feel toward myself can be unbearable. I lost faith in myself that I can repair this recent broken heart. Yet, ...
