Well, I have a girl I love so much—very much. But she finds it hard to forgive and keeps malice a lot. To be honest, I don’t know why I love her. We’ve been living together for a year, but I love her so deeply, I can do anything for her. There’s this guy in my compound (a married man) who tried to flirt with her. She told me, and I expressed my disappointment. Fast forward two weeks, and they had a fight. She in$ulted the man in front of the whole compound, and to be honest, I was proud of her. We agreed not to talk to the guy again. But once in a while, the guy would greet me, and I’d be like, “Good afternoon.” Omo, I’ll tell this girl, and she’ll flare up and keep malice with me for days.
The last one was crazy. We were just coming back to the house after a while, and we fetched water in the house. While fetching water, the man called my name, and I was like, “Hi, good evening.” I swear, this girl didn’t talk to me through the night. The next morning, same thing. Omo, and this girl has messed up a lot. I forgave her when she almost had sex with another guy. I forgave her when she made me feel like a fool in front of her friend. I forgave her when she lied to me, and I found out. I even told her to stop talking to a particular guy, and I found out she was telling him what was going on in our lives. I still forgave her. The guy she almost had sex with—I told her to stop texting him, and she said okay. But she lied.
She even saved his contact with another number so it’d look like an unsaved number. I found out and still forgave her. But when it’s her turn, she can’t forgive. She’ll keep malice with me for almost a week. One time, she visited some guys, and I found out. She said she did it just to hurt me. Yesterday, the married man in our compound called my name in her presence. I felt I should at least answer him (it’s been more than a year since she’s been beefing him). I answered by saying hi. It’s been almost 24 hours now, and she’s giving me attitude. I don’t know what to do. It feels like I’m dying inside. Honestly, I’m just tired.
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