I’m 19 years old. I met this guy last October, and he was my first serious relationship. I never knew I could love so deeply until I met him. We had sex on the first day he asked me to be his girlfriend, and after much pleading, I agreed. We were so in love, even though the relationship caused me a lot of pain, tears, and humiliation. I still never gave up until September 11, 2024, when he went through my phone and accused me of cheating. Mind you, this wasn’t the first time he accused me. He never trusted me. I told him it was a client I was talking to, which he knew because I was doing “yahoo.” But he called me names, even accused me of sleeping with my lecturer. I couldn’t take it anymore.
For 11 months, every time we had issues, he would insult me. I finally reached my limit and told him, “Thank God I never got pregnant for you; you’re a devil in tears.” He cursed me and ended things, saying he’d rather go back to his ex than be with me. The next day, I apologized, even though he was the one who started everything. I begged, but he said he didn’t love me anymore and started chatting with other girls. He even asked me to leave his house. What finally broke me was when he sent me to cook for him, then came home late, ate my food, and chatted with another girl all night. I picked up the remaining pieces of myself and left, promising never to beg him again.
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