I traveled out at the age of 19. I met this guy—he is Igbo. I got an apartment through him. After some time, we started dating. After some months, he moved in with me. I genuinely loved him. I gave him everything I had. There was no job, but we struggled to survive. After a year, we started attending one prayer house. I got a job and moved to the company’s accommodation, but I was still visiting him on my off days. After a few months, this guy’s character changed. There was a day I went to visit him; he took me for a walk and told me he was no longer interested in me and that we should break up. He said they told him in church that I was the one blocking his progress. I cried my eyes out. I left the job I was doing because the salary was so small. I rented another room and lived alone. During that period, I was applying for jobs. After some months, I got another job and he got to know. He came to apologize and I took him back. I was working so hard to make ends meet because I was the one paying all my bills, and I would still pay his own bills. He was not working. I did like three part-time jobs apart from my main job. There was a time he was having visa issues. I begged my employer to pay my salary in advance so he could settle his visa issue.
After two years, I had issues with immigration and I was deported. I cried myself out. The day I was supposed to come to Nigeria, this guy promised he would send his dad to come and pay my bride price and that he would come home after some months. Immediately I entered Nigeria, this man changed. I would call him; he wouldn’t pick. He would tell me I was disturbing him. Sometimes, he would insult me. He even blocked me everywhere except on IG. I cried and cried. There was a day I called him and asked him, “You said you will send your family to see my own,” and he said, “I have changed my mind. Move on with your life.” That was how he replied. I had to move on. I have some of my things still with him. I begged one of my friends to bring them for me when coming. I called my ex to tell him to give the items to the person coming to Nigeria. He told me no problem, he would do that. That same day, a girl messaged and was insulting me, saying he just used me and dumped me and that they were married. I messaged him to tell his girlfriend to leave me alone. He insulted the daylight out of me. I felt really bad because I do not deserve it. I’m a very nice person. His siblings were not in support of it, but what can they do? I loved him. I gave him everything I had.
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