Venus's Odyssey: Illuminating Paths of Hope
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Complete, First published Jun 06, 2024
My name is Venus. At 30, I stand alone in the hot, dusty streets of Dakar, the vibrant capital of Senegal. Here, marriage is more than just a union; it's the ultimate destination, an essential social validation. But in this universal quest, I discovered that the path to love is winding, strewn with illusions and unexpected surprises. Let me tell you about my journey, a quest for love that ultimately led me to a much deeper discovery: the search for myself through disappointments, breakups, and the unexpected.
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-A Lie I decided to focus on family, choosing to believe and have faith that everything else would fall into place. I wasn't comfortable-or good-at lying to her. So, when Samantha surprised me one day by swallowing her pride and asking directly if anything had happened during our break, I hesitated. The silence, I believed, said it all. I was on the verge of confessing when she gave me an out: "If you tell me nothing happened, I'll believe you," she said. I should have told her the truth then-or resolved never to reveal it. Instead, years later, as I left for the final time, I selfishly brought it up. By confessing, I hoped to push her away. But in that moment, I let her believe what she clearly wanted to hold on to-that I had been faithful. She knew Pippa and probably sensed there was something between us, but she let it go-and so did I. It was cowardice, I know. Still, I made up my mind to make our dream a reality. And for a while, it worked. But fast-forward through the births of our three additional sons, and more than a dozen years, the same problems that once threatened us had only grown and would soon spiral out of control.