For many years, I believed I knew what love was. My name is Grace, and I live in Mbarara. I had been in relationships with more than eight men, hoping that each one would be the man I would spend my life with. Every time I thought I had found the right person, things fell apart. Some left suddenly, others cheated, and a few only pretended to care.
Each heartbreak made me question myself and wonder if I would ever find someone who truly loved me.The disappointment was heavy. I began avoiding friends’ weddings because seeing happy couples reminded me of my own failed relationships. I doubted whether real love existed for someone like me. Get full story here.
