For most of my adult life, love felt like a painful journey instead of a blessing. My name is Rhoda, and I live in Wakiso, Uganda, where I raise my two children on my own. When people look at me today, they see a confident woman who smiles easily, but what they don’t see are the years of heartbreak that nearly destroyed my ability to trust, love, or even hope. I spent many nights crying quietly, wondering why every relationship I entered ended the same way—disappointment, betrayal, or abandonment.
My problems with love began with the father of my children. When we met, I thought he was the one. He was caring, funny, and seemed serious about building a future with me. But everything changed shortly after I gave birth to our second child. He became distant, then cold, then started disappearing for days. The arguments became too much, and soon he left completely. I raised the children alone, carrying both the pain of his absence and the responsibility of being a mother and a provider.TO READ MORE,TAP HERE
