Guys, I know this story will be funny, and you all will judge me, but I still want to share because no one is perfect. I’m a 26-year-old lady. I met my boyfriend when I was 22, so we’ve been dating for four years now. One year into the relationship, I got pregnant for him and found out early. I told him, and he insisted he wasn’t ready financially but was working towards it, so I aborted it. Six months later, I met his siblings, and they were welcoming. Everything kept going well until 2023. I got pregnant again, and this time I didn’t even find out early because I was seeing my period. I only noticed my period days were reducing, so I went to the hospital for a scan, and boom—I got a result of three months plus some days. I told him about it. He accepted at first—no bad reaction at all—and financially, we were doing better than years back. I was also working. A month later, he traveled, and days later, he started acting up. I waited for him to come around because we had discussed going together to tell my parents the news (oh, I forgot to add: I plainly told him that I don’t want a pity marriage. It’s not my plan to be a single mother, but I prefer that over getting into marriage out of pity because I’m pregnant). I kept reaching out, and he kept withdrawing.
I had to tell my sister, who advised me to call his sister since he wouldn’t answer. I did as she said, and to my greatest shock, I heard that because he’s the first son, his family already has a wife for him. It’s funny, but oh well. I’m glad I already prepared myself not to want a pity marriage, so it wasn’t much of a disappointment. I was only reaching out for him to take responsibility because I was already approaching six months. With my sister, I went to visit my family and told them everything. Thankfully, having a job helped me settle everything, so I didn’t have to ask anyone or depend on my parents. A few weeks later, he called and was so annoyed because I called his sister, who told his family everything. In return, I asked him why he never told me his people had a wife for him, and if everyone knew about it, why did they claim to have accepted me in the family—including his mom? He said because they thought we would eventually break up. I told him I needed to get baby items because I didn’t want to rush in my third trimester. He said he would send the money but ended up not sending a dime (he claimed the money he had invested in a business crashed). So I used up my savings to get baby things and even pay hospital bills, which led to me not being able to renew my rent. As God would have it, he got an out-of-state contract that would last three years, so he suggested I stay in his apartment since no one would be there. I did, and I gave birth. After I gave birth, the little doubt I had in my mind about keeping the pregnancy disappeared. The blame, annoyance, and pain from the situation he allowed me to go through alone just disappeared when I saw my little human—life began to make sense again. (Did I forgive him? No! But I just felt free, and all I could think about was how to make my baby very comfortable, not lacking anything.) Fast forward to seven months later, things have been good, and I’m staying alone in the house with my baby. He has been providing well for us. I want to get another job, but for now, I have to wait for my baby to start school since I don’t have any help. One faithful day, I got a call from his brother, saying he really wanted to come around. I accepted because I didn’t see any problem since there’s a spare room. He came, and it was good to have someone to talk to, but then I started noticing some unpleasant things, especially when it involved my baby. He would say things like, “I don’t like this baby’s name; our family doesn’t answer this kind of name,” “Our family doesn’t have this kind of hair,” “Our family smiles like this,” “Oh, he’s handsome—that’s how our family boys are,” and “Oh, he’s starting to walk fast—that’s how our family is.” Even the compliments sounded bad to me.
Two months later, he traveled and came back. Suddenly, he stopped talking to me, started cooking separately, keeping foodstuffs in his room, and stopped doing any form of house chores. This is a 22-year-old boy. Weeks later, I called him to find out what the problem was, and he said I told him to wash plates, which he doesn’t like doing. Also, he said he had to trash the baby’s diapers, and when he went home, he told his mom everything. I called my baby’s dad and told him everything. He apologized and told me to exercise some patience since his brother would soon leave for NYSC. He also said he still loves me so much and is willing to settle down. But my issue is: Will I get married to someone whose family clearly dislikes me? I hate for that to be my fate. In as much as I claim to be a strong girl, society hardly favors single mothers. Will I be able to find someone who will love me selflessly, or should I just settle and face a lifetime war with his family?So, my rant people, what do you think I should do?
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