I never knew I would be in this situation. Feel free to judge me, but only the one who wears the shoes knows where they hurt. I met my boyfriend when I was in my fourth year in uni, heading to my finals. He came to serve in the North. The relationship was great until I graduated and waited for my school to release our names on the Senate list for service. He worked my service to Lagos, where he lives, and we both agreed on that. I came to Lagos for service in November last year. I had been visiting Lagos while in school, staying for a week or two before going back. When we talked about me moving here after school, he was very supportive. But since last month, he changed. He has access to my phone, knows my password, and I don’t have anything to hide. Moving to Lagos, I didn’t know anyone here; I just came for my service with the intention of starting something when I got settled.
Last month, his dad told him to chase me away because I’m Igbo and he’s Yoruba. They argued about it, and he told his dad I didn’t have anywhere else to go. I thought I’d be sleeping under bridges, but he later called back, saying he loves me and can’t break up with me. But just yesterday night, he brought up an issue out of nowhere. I’ve been crying. I’m helpless and want to leave for my sanity before he hurts me, but I don’t have money or anywhere to go. I don’t even know anyone in Lagos, and I can’t return home empty-handed. I planned on setting up a business and even started researching suppliers. I don’t know if it’s because I’m poor or because I don’t have anybody here. I just want to finish my NYSC and move back to the North. It’s better to drink garri with peace of mind.
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