I’ve already shared parts of my love journey on the blog before. From my longstanding singlehood, to my past heartbreak, to my experience with a dating agency, these are all part of my love journey.
But to give you guys a complete picture, up until I got attached to Ken, I was single for the first 28 years of my life.
I grew up in a household where my parents staunchly ruled that I wasn’t allowed to see anyone until I graduated. When I say “graduated,” I mean graduating from university at the age of 22. While I never gave their opinions second thought, I believe their staunch and negative views on this topic made me subconsciously devalue my desire to be with someone.
I had a couple of relationships when I was in secondary school, but they were very short-term — each lasting no more than a couple of weeks. They were so insignificant and juvenile that I wouldn’t even regard them as relationships.
When I was in university, I liked someone (as I have shared in my moving on series, regarding G). It didn’t work out and I was left crushed, taking years to mend my broken heart thereafter.
