At this point, I just need to say my own because what kind of nonsense was that? We were talking, things felt serious, intentional even. I wasn’t looking for vibes or games. I was genuinely investing in something I thought was real. Then out of nowhere, he started moving different. Acting cold, lying for no reason, just moving like someone with zero conscience. So I dug. And guess what I found? Evidence. Receipts. Pictures. This man was cheating. I was so done that I even told his mum. Sent her the pictures. Do you know what she said? “It’s not her son.” I was still sending clearer receipts before she agreed and said, “Okay, it means it’s her son, I should try and understand.” Understand what exactly? That her grown son is disrespectful and dishonest? That I was being played and should just eat it quietly? Till today I’m still asking myself how I let these people play me like that. I really carried myself and went to their house thinking I would meet sense. Thought his mum was going to hold him accountable, maybe even put him in his place. After all her begging, instead she served him peppersoup. After everything he did. I was just there watching her feed this grown man like he was the victim.
And that’s when it really hit me. This man feels entitled to everything because his family enables him. He messes up and they apologise on his behalf. He disrespects people and they clean it up. They’ve been doing it for so long that he doesn’t even know what it means to take responsibility. I found out that he’s dropped out of like three different universities. Almost 30 and they’re still paying school fees, bribing lecturers, literally begging him to go to school. I don’t know if they used his placenta for juju or what, but the way they protect this guy from facing consequences is spiritual at this point. I should have just stayed in my house. Now after everything, he is using different numbers and fake accounts to message me. His sister too that was acting nice is a gaslighter. She said, “My mum says I should wish you happy birthday. She tried to call, but you blocked her…” Your mum even goes from Ibadan to Ekiti to mountains to pray for her son. Your son’s life is finished. I’m tired. I want to breathe. Is that enough to get a restraining order? Because the way these people are harassing me now, it’s becoming scary. I don’t want calls. I don’t want texts. I don’t want apologies. I want peace. I want silence. I want space to heal. And maybe law enforcement too. I’ve learned big time. Bye guys.
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