I was just recently served breakfast and why would that be, you may ask—it’s because I was a perfect girlfriend. I met my ex in September 2022 and we clicked and started dating in December. We were both students. He was living in a lodge not far from my sister’s place where I was then. Before dating, we spent time together. I was new to the place and I’m not even someone that has friends. During that time, things were rocky for him, but I tried to the best of my capabilities. Sometimes we’d not go to school because I used my transport fare to make food for him. Anyways, he cheated twice and I found out through chats both times. Fast forward to late 2023/early 2024, my mom was diagnosed with cancer and she is our breadwinner. My dad is a tailor but work has been declining, but my mom is a government worker. Things became very bad for us. Luckily for me, my bf’s hard work began paying off and he started helping me. The first time he took me shopping, I took a picture of the receipt because nobody has done that for me. A little backstory—the woman I referred to as my mom is actually my grandmother.
My mom had me out of wedlock and in the Igbo culture, the child is for the woman’s family. My biological dad is a useless man. He’d call and promise you money and ghost, only to come back and do it again. Everything was going well until May 2024 when my bf broke up with me because of a girl. I didn’t know it was a girl that caused the breakup until we fixed our relationship. Anyways, I forgave everything because I was in love and I had no other help. In May 2025, after spending a month with him during our holidays, we were good and he even professed love the day before calamity struck. On a Sunday, he dropped me off at my lodge (he recently got a car in March and I was proud of him because he deserves it), and on Wednesday evening, he sent a breakup message and brought my things to my lodge. Ahh Rantz family, I wanted to go mad. There’s no begging I didn’t do. Even my mom spoke to him but he said he was gone and no longer loved me. What did I do? He said nothing. I know I wasn’t financially buoyant but I loved cooking for him and that was my love language.
Anything he couldn’t do but I could, I’d run it for him—always looking for ways to save cost. I got diagnosed with PCOS and it hasn’t been an easy journey. I’m trying to find my feet. I have the PCOS belly fat and I added weight and PCOS stretch marks. I don’t know if that’s why he left—for someone that loved me even in my insecurities. The switch up was so bad that I didn’t see it coming. Every day since Wednesday, I have been crying because I stay alone. Nobody to keep me company. Lest I forget, he was my best friend. I know at the long run I’ll be fine. Some people are saying it’s not ordinary and maybe a girl has jazzed him because of the way he just changed, but I refuse to believe that. He told me it’s not because he’s seeing any girl. But he mentioned something about he doesn’t want to do something and it would be like he’s cheating. Maybe he wants to hoe around. Omo, my chest has been hurting. Please advise me on how to go about the heartbreak and how to get back on my feet financially as a medical student.
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