Last year, I met a guy at a birthday party and gave him my number. We hit it off; our conversations were great, he was interesting, and everything was going well. Fast forward to a few months, and we got robbed. It wasn’t just any robbery—they had guns, took our phones, checked our bank accounts, and even stole his car (though he later got it back). When they checked our accounts, I had three hundred thousand Naira, and he had N20k. They wiped both our accounts, but he refunded me part of it. I even had to lie that it was my school fees. After the robbery, he gave me an iPhone 6 to use temporarily, bless his heart. He said he’d replace it with something better, but as months went by, waiting felt like waiting for rain in the desert—pointless and disappointing. I didn’t mention he was 40 years old. All this while, I genuinely thought he was 30, so it was a huge shock!
People say I should be patient, but I can’t keep being the understanding girlfriend for someone in his 40s! I hustled, saved, and by God’s grace, bought myself a new phone. I didn’t tell him I bought it myself; I may have hinted that another guy got it for me. After a few days, he demanded the old phone back. I mean, buddy, relax—I still have things on there. But he wasn’t hearing it. He was agitated, driving too fast, and even threatened to crash the car because I wasn’t responding to him. I stayed calm, just sitting there and praying he’d cool down. I’m a non-violent person, and I hate when people shout at me, so I just stayed still. Eventually, he snatched the phone from me. Later, he tried to apologize, but by that point, I was mentally planning my exit. So, that was when I realized it was time to say goodbye. And that’s exactly what I did—right after I got out of that car in one piece.
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