I have been dating this girl for 3 years now. When we first got together, I had absolutely nothing — no money, no place of my own, just a lot of hope and a little faith. But this girl believed in me. She prayed for me. She stayed, even when there was nothing to hold on to except love and promises. We both lived with our parents back then. Life was rough. Her dad never liked me — he fought us constantly, tried everything to break us apart. People in the community talked, judged, even laughed… but she never gave up on me. She held me down. She went through a lot for me — even sorted two pregnancies. That’s something I can never forget or repay. Despite all that, I always tried to care for her as best as I could. Even if I didn’t have much, I gave what I had, and I gave it with my whole heart. With time, things started getting better. Through hard work, prayers, and support from my mom, I got my own apartment. It felt like progress — like I was becoming the man she believed I could be. Then she went off to school in Ondo, and I stayed in Lagos. The distance made things harder, but we still kept trying.
She came to visit me on June 12th and stayed for 5 days. It was during that time she finally opened up and told me everything. That was when my whole world flipped. She said the reason her dad was always harsh on us was because he’d been s€sexually abusing her for years. She told me she’d had 6 abortions for him. Add the 2 she had with me, and that’s 8. I lost myself hearing that. I broke down and cried with her. I couldn’t even process the pain she’s carried silently all this time. But even in that pain, I tried to keep her happy. Took her shopping. Gave her comfort. When she was about to return to school, I told her the truth — that I couldn’t continue the relationship anymore after what I’d learned. It wasn’t anger… just confusion, trauma, and the weight of too much pain. She agreed. But today, she messaged me saying she’s pregnant. I honestly don’t believe I’m the father — because she already saw her period in June after she visited me. I told her straight up that if she’s pregnant, it’s not mine. I asked her to sort herself. Now she’s making me feel like I’m the bad guy.
But deep down, I’m broken — because I still care. I feel like I’ve been dragged into a story much deeper and darker than I ever imagined. I don’t know what to believe anymore. I don’t know if I’m being too harsh or too soft. I’m not perfect, but I’ve tried. She later called me today to help her out. But I’m really feeling pity for her, so I sent her half of the money she needed to sort the 9th pregnancy she claims I’m the one responsible for. Advice me.
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