I dated this guy when I was 13, and he was 20. Please don’t blame me; let’s just say I was immature. Blame the 20-year-old guy for asking a 13-year-old out. So, on this day, we were together, and he told me he wants to marry me, and he means it, blah blah blah. Mumu me was happy. He told me to take an oath together that I’ll marry him, then he brought the Quran for us to swear on, which I did. Few days after, my parents found out and warned me not to go near him again, which I did. A few months after that, we moved to another place. Now, I’m 22 years old, but since then, I’ve never had a stable relationship; it’s always lasting for a month or two. So, I’m thinking maybe it’s the path I took the other day that’s affecting me like this, and I can’t even go back to that guy, God forbid. I don’t even know where he is. But I’m just so tired; as old as I am, I haven’t had any proper relationship in my life. God abeg o, I was still small then, I didn’t know what I was doing.
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