This was the first memoir I read as an adult. I read it again recently. I was intrigued with the notion of looking for the men who had broken your heart and asking the question, Why?. Or is it looking in your past to see how you let your heart be broken. Many of the stories in Susan Shapiro’s memoir rang true in my past lives. I say past lives because I consider my first past life as before giving birth, my second past life was before I got married. So three lives ago, I was out in the dating world.
Looking back - way back - has dredged up memories. Some make me smile. Some make me want to cry. I know that all of these kodak moments have made me the person I am today. I know looking back at ALL of the men, (no, there were not THAT many) I knew what I wanted and didn’t want in a life partner. They all fell short somehow. Either a lack of commitment, drug abuse, or straight out infidelity. No matter what, I loved most of them, at least I thought I did.
I know that I had a lot to do with my failed relationships. My own ignorance, insecurities and daddy issues were probably what really did it. I had grown up a little between each relationship, at least I hoped or claimed I had. I really wonder what happened. I wonder if it really was ME or HIM or a little bit of both. Maybe, one day I will find out. Who knows.
All this comes about because I am now a mother of girls. So much will happen to them. Their own hearts will be broken by the men they love. I know they need to have their own hearts broken so they know what real, honest and undefinable love feels like. They will have their own questions for me when their hearts are trampled on. I hope I will be able to answer them. Maybe I need to sort out my past mistakes before that happens.
So, back to Five Men Who Broke My Heart. It is described as an honest, fiercely intelligent memoir. Susan Shapiro dares to do what every woman dreams of: track down the five men who’d broke her heart and find out what really went wrong.
It made me laugh. It made me cry. It made me look back. It made me question. That’s what a great book does. If you get a chance, read it.
I hope you enjoy it too.
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