I met a guy during lockdown—I mean COVID time. We started talking, we got along so well, and eventually, we fell in love. Fast forward to this year, 2024, I got pregnant, and he accepted the pregnancy and went to see my family, though he knew them before the pregnancy stuff. We did our introduction, and we planned that after the pregnancy, we would tie the knot. Everything was going fine until I was three months pregnant—he started changing towards me. Omo, he would abuse me and say terrible words to me. In fact, he said I’m the reason why he’s broke right now, that the pregnancy is not his, blah blah blah. I was mad but just moved on because I’m the type that doesn’t like telling people what I’m going through. But it got to a stage where I had to report to his mom, and she talked to him, and everything calmed down. Again, he started making trouble with me, and this time,
he showed me shege because he locked the door and told the security not to allow me inside. Omo, I didn’t even have any money with me because he told me to stop working until I gave birth, and I had used my savings to start a thrift business, but sales no dey at all. Back to when he locked me outside—omo, I slept outside for a good three days. When I asked him why he did such a thing, he said I don’t have respect. Omo, I was so sad, I cried so much, and he later told them to allow me to enter, but I was still very mad at him. We moved on, but things were still not good. He’s still broke, but I never complained. I only eat once a day, and I never complained to him. I kept supporting him with prayers and minding my business because I no want wahala at all ooo. Gbam! That’s how the del£vil entered him again. This time, I was six months pregnant, and he said I’m the one doing him—that when we fought, I cur$ed him.
I was like, “When did I cur$e you? Please leave me alone. I do not want to fight. I understand you’re frustrated, but don’t blame me for anything.” That’s how he started talking and talking, and I told him he should stop talking to me anyhow. I said if he’s tired, he should let me know. He said yes, he’s tired. I said okay, but he should at least allow me to give birth because I can’t carry this pregnancy to my family house like this ooo. He said no, that I will suffer so much, that thank God I can see there’s no food in the house, no light, nothing, nothing. He even said he’s not going to give me my medication money and my appointment money again. If I stay, he will make life miserable for me. Honestly, I’m so sad. I did not do anything to offend this man. I know some of you will say maybe he saw something, but I swear, I’m not cheating. He’s the father of my baby.
Right now, he has gone out, and I don’t even know where he went. He said he’s going to tell them at the gate not to allow me in again. 😓😭😭 Shey I never enter wahala like this? 😭 Now I’m planning on going to one of my old friends’ place till I give birth because I no wan go back to my family house like this ooo. 😭😭 What should I do, please? I don’t have any help—only God right now. 😭 This guy knows I have pregnancy-induced hypertension and preeclampsia, and I don’t even have any money for medicine right now. I’m tired and confused. Please help me—what should I do? Please, no insults.
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