I read the story of a girl saying she is in love with a married man. Mine isn’t about being in love. This friend of mine—we dated back in 2021. He asked me to marry him, and I genuinely didn’t like him enough then. Since this is an anonymous message, let me be honest—I felt he wasn’t good enough, I felt he wasn’t handsome enough, and I thought I’d meet better guys. Fast forward to 2024—I’ve met guys throughout the years, but mehn, single guys are h○rrible. Last year (2024), my ex and I reconnected. He is married now with two kids—he got married in 2021. I’m dating him now, and oh my God, I’ve never seen a kinder man. This guy has drowned me with kindness. Call me a fool, please—I deserve it.
His wife is not hurting because of how he is; she can’t even suspect he is cheating. I was sick for like two weeks—see care! From hospital runs to taking me out, there was nothing he didn’t do for me. I don’t want to say I’m in love with him, but his kindness has overwhelmed me. Meanwhile, all the single guys asking me out—most of them knew I was sick. In fact, no calls, just miserable check-ins. I don’t know what to do. Should I let this guy go? It’s not about money because, truly, he doesn’t even have much—I earn more than him (he doesn’t know this). But he still tries to give me the little he can. And it’s not about sex for him either—we only have sex when I want, which is usually once a month.
His wife calls him most evenings when he’s with me, and he picks up, telling her he’s coming home. Once she calls, I tell him to start going. I don’t want her to ever hurt, either directly or indirectly, because of my actions. But how do I let him go? I’m so used to him—he is so kind and empathetic. Everyone in my compound knows him as my man. How will I meet someone else when he is always with me? I’ll gather the courage and break up with him this February. But I still want us to be friends—without sex. Would that even be possible? I’m just ranting. After all, it’s called Rantz and Talkz, and I can’t tell anyone about this. They’d call me a fool. I’ll be 30 in June. It’s well.
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