IF you've ever been in love, then chances are you've experienced heartbreak. It's totally normal. If you're terribly unlucky, you may have experienced heartbreak more than once, and in addition to experiencing heartbreak, may also have been afflicted with love sickness. Love sickness is defined by the Urban Dictionary as that horrible feeling you get when you're in love with someone who doesn't love you anymore, or who never shared the same feelings. And for the people below, their experience with this illness had them in the most awful pickle.
I staged an intervention with him when he said we weren't working out â€” and invited his mother, father, sister and brother, and did a PowerPoint presentation to them all on why he shouldn't leave me, and why they should help me change his mind, listing all the benefits I'd bring to their family. It was embarrassing. Instead of agreeing with me, they encouraged me to move on, and his brother even told me that he didn't deserve me. Meanwhile, my love just sat there with a smirk on his face.
I took out a loan to buy a car for him to run as a taxi in the evenings and on weekends, and every Sunday evening, I would go outside to wash and vacuum the car, while he 'rested' inside and watched football. Plenty times I found things belonging to other women in that car, but I didn't care. I was in love with him, even though this man did nothing at all for me.
I was on the step of a packed Portmore bus, heading over the Causeway bridge at the time, just bawling and bawling, and all the other passengers in the bus were laughing at me. Only the conductor was sympathetic. I was inconsolable, because the girl I liked had embarrassed me in the middle of Half-Way-Tree when I gathered the courage to approach her about a relationship with me. For months I had been in love, and thought she felt the same, but obviously she didn't. The way she shamed me in Half-Way-Tree, I just jumped on a packed bus and headed home. But when a love song started playing on the bus, I couldn't hold back, and the tears just came.
I'm allergic to animal fur and she had a cat and dog and told me from the get-go that she wasn't going to choose between me and her pets. So whenever I was visiting her I had to take prescription antihistamines, which made me sleepy, so I was always a drowsy, lethargic mess. One time she had to travel for work, and it was too expensive for her to pay to board her pets for the week, so she asked me if I could 'petsit'. I was so into her that I stocked up on my meds and was at her apartment for a whole week, taking care of her animals. She didn't even bring back a candy bar for me, by the way, and when I left her house, my skin, throat and sinuses were a mess from being around the animals.