Hi everyone, before I begin this rant, I want y’all to know that I’ve broken off the relationship and I’ve moved on. No matter how much I sacrificed, I’ve accepted that we were both not perfect and simply incompatible. So here’s the gist: I was in a 3-year relationship with my ex-girlfriend, and we just broke up recently. It hurts, yes. It’s heavy, yes. But I’m choosing to hold myself strong and keep it moving. It all started last week Thursday. She told me she wanted to go hang out with her female friends in Abuja because she was bored. I agreed — I wasn’t trying to be controlling. But she didn’t say she would sleep out. When I checked in later, she only sent a streak showing just her legs. Hours passed, and around 3 a.m. she finally sent another streak — this time from a club. I swallowed it all quietly so I wouldn’t look insecure. The next day, she texted me that she noticed I was angry. I responded calmly. But then she dropped another bomb: she was getting her hair done to attend another party that evening — that would be three parties in less than 24 hours. I told her I wasn’t okay with it. That was when everything fell apart.
She lashed out at me, said I was insecure, damaged, projecting things on her… even said her siblings approved of her going, so who was I to stop her? She told me to fall out of love with her, that she’d never marry me, and called me an enemy of progress. I told her to choose — the party or the relationship. She chose the party. Although she later didn’t go, the damage was done. I tried to patch things up the next day. I reached out to settle things because I didn’t want us to end over a single disagreement. She eventually agreed to continue the relationship. Fast-forward to Thursday night again — she said her friend invited her out for another party. This time, I said okay, trying to prove I wasn’t “damaged” or “insecure” as she claimed. She went, partied all night, then crashed at her friend’s place. The next day, she acted normal. I didn’t bring up the party to avoid sounding clingy or weak. I was really trying to be the “good guy.” Then came Friday night. She told me NEPA took light, it was raining, and she couldn’t turn on the gen. She asked if she could go sleep at her friend’s place again.
I agreed, but something in me was off. She tried to discard me with a “goodnight” message — weirdly early. I insisted she streak her location — she did, and showed a bed and an iPad. I tried to trust it. But instincts kicked in. I asked her to streak again and she vanished. No replies. No calls answered. I checked her Snap — she was on a date at a restaurant in Abuja after lying that she was home. I called again and finally she picked. I was mad — I shouted and told her never to come near me again. She gave the phone to a girl claiming to be the one she was with. I ended the call there. That was my last straw. I found out later she didn’t even sleep at her friend’s house like she said. She spent the night somewhere else. The most painful part? Instead of apologizing or even trying to explain, she flipped it again. She told me she was mad that I shouted at her in front of people and that I should never do that again. No accountability. No explanation. Just pure gaslighting and manipulation. So I said, “Okay, let’s break up.” And she replied, “Okay.” This was someone that I beg for s€x despite doing everything for her.
I started masturbating because of her. It was as if I lost myself and peace. She never owned up to her mistakes and claims to be right 99% of the time. And before you ask if I do take care of her — yes, I do, very well. More than I can even do for myself and anyone else. Just bought her a car amounting up to N40M and just rented the house for her at Abuja, fully furnished, costing up to N25M. I’m not rich, but I know what I do for her are not regular. Although I’m now torn between giving her the car or not because it’s still on its way. That was it. No emotions. No fight. No closure. After everything I gave — emotionally, financially, spiritually — she just let it go that easily. So now I’m asking: was I really being insecure? Or was I just being loyal to the wrong person and trusting things were going to work out, and that she could finally choose me for who I am? I’ll let you all be the judge.
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