I dated an Enugu girl for two years plus. We met during the COVID days. She told me how her ex-boyfriend got her pregnant and abandoned her. Now he is married to another woman and has never contributed to the upbringing of the child, a smart 6-year-old girl. We became friends for about a year because she was dating someone else at the time. When they broke up, we started dating. Before we started dating, we had sex about two times, and in these times, she initiated it. Not that I didn’t want it—of course, I did. This girl is fine asf, but I didn’t want to take advantage of her situation. I wanted everything to be perfect for her. I hesitated a lot of times. She asked that we date. I told her that we had different lifestyles and that just being friends might be better for us both. My reason was that she is the always-out kind of girl. She loves clubbing, partying, and hanging out with friends. I don’t think that’s a bad thing; I’m just more of an introvert. I wanted to do right by her and the relationship. She told me she’d rather drop those things and be with me. In fact, she felt bad that I was turning her down. She said she wants to adjust to my lifestyle, and that she is tired of all that. I asked her to be my girlfriend, and I was mature about the relationship. I didn’t go check what she was up to or who she was out with. I figured that at 27 years plus, and considering her experience, she’d be mature enough to know not to do anything silly.
We were happy. I adjusted a bit to her social life as well. We hung out at a few places she liked. I was completely in love with this woman. About a year into the relationship, certain things about her didn’t make sense to me, certain stories and behaviors. She had a lot of male friends; there was always some guy. I’m a highly analytical person. I didn’t have to check her phone or anything like that, but my instincts wouldn’t let me rest. After several fights between us (not related to the male friends), which I reckon were normal between people in a relationship, I told her one day as we were hanging out at the Spar mall that my instincts told me she was dating someone else. She denied it, and I could see it made her sad, or so I thought. I was happy in the relationship, I won’t lie. Aside from my instincts, everything was perfect. My family was already on my neck to get married as I’m the only son with just a younger sister. I come from a royal family, so there are certain standards expected of me. By God, I wanted to marry this girl—let’s refer to her as C—but how was I going to convince my family about the child she already has? Please note that my mom wants me to marry the daughter of her friend from primary school to secondary school and university.
In fact, I’ve known the woman all my life and her daughter for the most part. We are family friends. In fact, her father and mine were colleagues at a British bank for years. But I love C; she makes me happy. So, I tried to convince my mom about the girl. She didn’t like the idea, but she wasn’t combative about it. She only reminded me of the consequences of marrying her. If I do, by our custom, I skip my place and right to the throne. I didn’t mind that. If I have lots of money, all this won’t matter. I convinced my mom to at least meet C. Perhaps that would change her opinion and understand me. She agreed. One Christmas holiday, I invited C to my house to meet my mom. My mom had come to Enugu for that sole reason. When C arrived, my mom was taking a nap, so C took a bath, ate, and slept off. While she slept, my instincts got me again. For the first time ever, I decided to check her phone. I’ve always known her password; she didn’t tell me, but I knew the password. In two years plus, I didn’t bother checking her phone. I did get her that phone, though. The things I saw in there traumatized me. She wasn’t just dating someone; this girl was into full-blown hookups. I saw nude pictures of her and men— not just one man. The most disrespectful of it all was when I’d leave my house keys for her and travel.
She’d take nude pictures and videos of herself from my bedroom and send them to this particular married man in Awka she was seeing. I know I did hit a lag in my business, and so funds weren’t coming in as they should, but I was doing the best I could for her. I wondered if it was about the money. I can guarantee that she has never gotten at one time anything more than N100k, so let’s say that’s all it took—a N100k. This married man she was seeing knew everything about me as she was telling him, updating him on everything going on, even that she was going to meet my mom. In fact, on several occasions, the man asked her to break up with me because he couldn’t stand having her disrespect her boyfriend in the manner she did. The man asked her to focus on her relationship because if her boyfriend found out, he’d be so disappointed. She’d beg him and cry. Omo! In all, throughout the relationship, this girl has slept with about 12 men that I can account for.
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