Money is really humbling me, and I’m getting depressed by the day. After NYSC, I moved to Lagos in early 2023 after almost a three-year delay due to an extra year, COVID, and ASUU strikes. A close friend let me stay at her place—a three-bedroom apartment she shares with her elder brother. One evening, the three of us hung out near a lounge, had drinks and grills, and got tipsy. When we got home, one thing led to another and her brother and I ended up having s€x. It was weird because he had never made any advances toward me before. He sucked my boobs, penetrated me for a few minutes, then suddenly pulled out and fell asleep. Later in the early morning hours, around 2-3 a.m., he woke me up, asked what I was doing in his room, and told me to go back to his sister’s room. The next morning, I asked if he remembered what happened. He acted clueless, and when I tried to explain, he rudely cut me off, saying nothing like that ever happened and that I shouldn’t say things that would put him in a weird position. I was embarrassed and even started doubting myself, but I knew it happened.
He made it clear he would act like he never heard anything, so I decided to shove it off. Fast forward to February 2024, he started dating this girl who was always coming to the house. By December 2024, he told me she would be moving in because her rent had expired and he told her not to renew it. Then he asked me about my accommodation plans for 2025, which caught me off guard since I still haven’t gotten a job despite all my efforts. His sister spoke to him, and he bluntly told me I needed to get my life together because he wouldn’t be able to accommodate me beyond 2025. He wants to live with just his girlfriend by 2026, as he plans to get married. His sister is getting married by August 2025. His girlfriend has been around since December, and I feel like she’s the one pushing him to kick me out. Recently, he told me not to cook unless she isn’t around or doesn’t feel like cooking, because she prefers and likes to make his meals herself. Sometimes, I don’t want to eat what she prepares. The day I cooked for myself, he rudely said he doesn’t want excess food lying around.
His sister is rarely home since she spends most of her time at her fiancé’s place. I used to work out but couldn’t afford a gym subscription anymore. His girlfriend wants to lose weight but doesn’t like going to the gym, so he turned the third room into a home gym for her. I started working out there too, but after one session, he told me the space was for her and she felt uncomfortable exercising in front of others. That really threw me off because the room is big enough for multiple people and I’m not a stranger to her—we even gist sometimes. I really want to move out, but I’m exhausted. Worst of all, my friend doesn’t say anything when I complain.
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