I’m a 26-year-old guy, and I met a lady who is 27 years old last November. She is very intelligent, beautiful, and a size 8. She has a moderate front and back and doesn’t even look her age at all. She’s the only lady I’ve met who doesn’t speak badly of her ex-boyfriend. Other ladies I’ve clicked with have never had a single good thing to say about their exes. I wasn’t even bothered about the age difference because I’ve dated ladies younger than me, but they were nothing to write home about. My 27-year-old baby is so caring. She always looks forward to my calls and messages. In fact, she communicates more than I do. She doesn’t talk to me rudely or nag. I stopped talking to her because she used to complain about me not taking her calls or responding to her messages. She also expected me to reciprocate the same energy she gave me. Before we stopped talking, she expressed how painful my behavior was to her and said she couldn’t keep forcing conversations.
I just said okay and stopped communicating with her because I felt her wahala was too much, and she shouldn’t complain whether I call or not. Afterward, I met another lady, and we started dating. This one doesn’t really care whether I call or not, and she hardly calls either, unlike the other one who always showed concern and care without asking for a dime. My new girl only complains when I don’t send her money on time. Whether I’m fine or not doesn’t really concern her. I can count the number of times she has called since we started dating. There was a time she stylishly called me a stupid boy because I sent her 40k instead of 50k. I was truly stupid to have left someone who really cared for me for this trash I’m dating now. I miss the other girl so much—her calls, messages, and late-night conversations. She was literally obsessed with me, but I was too blind to see that.
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