So after staying single for two years, I got into a messy relationship that messed with my mental health real bad. I met this man at a party, and we exchanged contacts. We started talking, and he was already wanting me to travel with him or even come to my city to see me while he’d lodge in a hotel for three days and expect me to sleep with him. After I told him I wasn’t interested, he stopped texting me for a while. He later started texting me again, and this time, he was telling me his intentions. He’s actually a very fine man in his early 30s. My friends advised me to give him a chance since I’d been single for long. I did, and the first week he asked me to go with him to an event because he’s an entertainer, which I did. We had fun and came back the next day. Mind you, I don’t know his house because I’ve never gone there, and he’s never invited me. I don’t like being pushy unless he wants me to come. So we kept on communicating until a time came when his communication skills dropped from 10 to 1. By then, I was already worried and uncomfortable, only for him to tell me that he was sick and admitted to the hospital.
I offered to come see him, and he said I shouldn’t worry—that he’d been discharged and was traveling the same day to see his mum, who had been worried and wanted to take care of him. He went, and we still talked for some time. When he came back, everything changed. He stopped giving me attention, and when I started complaining, he said we should meet up. I went to meet him that very evening, and it was at his friend’s place. I asked why he brought me there, and he told me he had been living there for two weeks because his house was too boring for him. People of God, it was just three days to my birthday, and this man started avoiding me. On my birthday, not even a text or call to wish me a happy birthday. I was already drunk that evening, and when I called him, he started apologizing, saying he didn’t have the chance. From that day, it was one emotional torture after another. Omo, I saw h€ll. To cut the long story short, I later found out that he’s married. Lol. I had to connect all the dots just to find out myself. I even texted him with my other WhatsApp and pranked him,
saying his girlfriend had a gift to deliver and I wanted her name and delivery details. He told me he doesn’t like gifts and that I should tell my sender he’s not up for such stoopid games. Omo, I was already traumatized from the whole incident. God did, and I was able to move on. Now, werey is begging me. Lol. He didn’t want to admit that he was married. I had to tell him that I did my findings and knew he was married. People of God, this man is saying he loves me deeply and wishes to continue with me. I’ve just been laughing since I saw that text because this man doesn’t have shame, and it’s a pity his wife will be proud to have that kind of man as a husband.
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