Hi everyone, I would like to share an experience that made me question God if I truly have bad luck when it comes to relationships. I’ve never been lucky, no matter how much I try. I met this guy on Facebook; let’s say his name is T. We got talking, moved to WhatsApp, exchanged IG, and shared reels to make our bond mutual. He lives in Asaba; I live in Lagos. When we started talking, I was writing exams, and he said he’s planning to come to Lagos, but he will have to wait till I’m done with my exams so we can see. This guy seemed loving; he even told me to give him my mum’s number, bla bla bla. I asked him if he truly wanted us; he said he doesn’t throw words around. As a lover girl that I am, with a soft heart, I believed him and gave in. Fast forward to one afternoon, he said he’s thinking of something. I said, “What?” He said his sister is having her introduction in Akure on Saturday. “Can I come to Akure after my paper on Friday?” I said, “Okay.” After my paper on Friday, I told him I couldn’t, but I could come very early on Saturday. Mind you, I’ve never been to Akure before, but I was willing to go. I just told my immediate brother about it.
This guy in question was ready to send every means of ID to me so I could share with my family, but I told him not to worry, so I just gave my brother his number. Fast forward to Saturday, he sent me N20k for transport; that was the first money this guy gave me. I never asked him for money or anything. I got to Akure with a crazy back pain. He picked me up, and we went straight to his mum’s house; she welcomed me. We took food and went to our hotel at Ojaja Park. We had sex. Apparently, the event wasn’t on Saturday; it was Sunday. We went for the event on Sunday. After that, we came back to our hotel. On Monday, we went to the cinema. After that, I told him I wanted ice cream, so on our way, I was brushing out my wig, and he shouted, “Don’t do that in the car,” and I immediately felt cold. Got the ice cream and went upstairs. He didn’t come upstairs with me. I cried so hard and was like, “Why would he say such? The tone and manner weren’t it for me.” I noticed the change. I was calling him; he wasn’t picking. Later, he called back and realized I was crying. He asked me to come downstairs so we could go have dinner at his mum’s house.
We went; he apologized. The next day, I packed my bag. He dropped me off at the park and gave me N30k. My journey to Lagos wasn’t smooth; I was having serious back pain. I told him about it. We both got back to our destination, and this guy changed immediately. I woke up to see he had posted on his status, but he didn’t say good morning, which is so unusual. I went for my exam and got back; no message from him still. So I texted him, “Are we done?” and he said, “Madam, I went to Onitsha; if you check in too, it’s not bad.” It was that moment I realized what happened. This guy didn’t ask about my back; he didn’t ask how today’s paper was—the usual things he says. He didn’t care anymore, and I felt used and deceived. I cried my eyes out, and my brother texted him, only for him to text me and say, “Is it a family thing to guilt trip someone?” He blocked me on IG and WhatsApp. I immediately gave up on love, and I didn’t wish him well either. Everything he made me go through, he will go through worse.
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