For most people, their love lives don’t just suffer. They slowly but eventually use sarcasm, silence, plus half-truths to bleed it to death.
I did too.
And you probably might be doing so too.
I didn’t start this blog because I’m a relationship expert.
It all started because I was fed up. Ready to quit lying to myself.
I’ve always thought I wasn’t bad when it comes to love. I thought it was all about knowing the right things to say. Being charming. And keeping things fun.
The harsh truth I was too scared to admit?
I was nothing but scared. Of being seen. Known. Of being rejected.
So relationships became performance art for me.
I’d make jokes when things become too real. Pretend I didn’t care when I’m drowning in insecurity. And dismiss my mistakes and fuck ups as “rough patches.”
Then one day, I heard the most dumbfounding words ever in my life.
“I don’t feel safe with you anymore.”
I loved her so much, but she left trails of dust behind after saying that.
Like I always did, I laughed. But at night, I was wailing like a helpless child that’s just realizing he’s alone and no one’s coming to save him.
That painful moment is the reason behind this blog.
This blog was born from facing the wreckage I created with my own hands. And not from success. Not even expertise.
This blog isn’t about love stories with fairy tale endings.
It’s more about the not-so-obvious part you don’t get to see on Instagram.
The “insignificant” fights that actually spell doom. The unfortunate nights where all you share is a bed instead of your hearts. The anxiety born from worrying if you’re unlovable or too broken to love.
I write for people willing to face the whole truth. The messy, human, rage-crying, forgiveness-seeking, and make-up sex truth.
I write from a place of firm belief in understanding relationships. I no longer believe in “fixing” love.
I believe that most couples simply forget how to see each other and just call it “falling out of love.”
What You’ll Find Here
If you’re looking for posts like: “10 ways to spice your marriage” or “How to get your ex back in 3 days,” you won’t find them here.
Those kinds of posts should have no space in your heart, they belong in a landfill.
You’ll only find honesty here. The kind that hugs you from behind after punching you in the chest.
You’ll find words that’ll name things you’ve felt, but couldn’t explain. Stories that’ll mirror yours despite the mismatch in the details.
You’ll come across posts that’ll make you want to scream, cry, nod, and maybe — finally — send that text you were too scared to send.
Top Love Hacks is a home for emotional rebels. For people who are tired of generational love patterns. Including the married-but-lonely. The healing-from-divorce. The try again.
There’s no judgement here. Just the truth — and how to handle it.
If you’ve ever felt like you were too much or not enough…
Welcome home.
If you’ve thought you’re unworthy because of a mistake you made in love…
You’re dead wrong.
This blog is for you if you’ve ever hoped someone will finally look you in the eye and tell you, “I get it — you’re not alone.”
My biggest motivation is beyond the urge to impress. I write because if we all refuse to tell the brutal truth about love, we all might never stop suffering in silence.
Read if you dare.
If you’re ready, feel.
If you’re willing, heal.
I’m not promising you perfect answers.
I’ll instead walk beside you — through the mess, breakthroughs, and all the “I can’t believe I said that” moments.
So it’s good to have you here.
And no, you’re not late. You’re far from broken. And you’re not alone.
You’re just courageous enough to be honest.
That’s a revolution — in a world of fake smiles and pretty lies.
Want to stay? You don’t have to sign up if you’re not ready yet.
Just keep reading. Keep feeling.
Keep choosing the hard kind of love — the real kind.
Editorial Statement
Let’s keep it real.
Yes, I use AI. But not the way you might think.
Every idea you read here starts messy, human, and raw — researched, outlined, and wrestled into shape by me, John Emmanuel.
AI? It’s a tool I use to spark thoughts, untangle drafts, and sharpen words. Like a good editor that never sleeps.
But the voice? The stories? The final cut?
That’s all me.
No lazy copy-paste. No mass-produced junk. Just honest writing, shaped by real experience, edited by human eyes, and delivered in my own words.
Because words matter. And you deserve better than robot sludge.