Rantz fam, this is the second time I’m writing here. The first time was because my boyfriend hit me (you people are going to laugh at me because you told me to leave, just laugh small small). This time, it feels like he has killed me emotionally. This man paid a hookup girl ₦200,000 for sex, and now she’s pregnant and has refused to have an abortion. The day I found out, I wanted the ground to swallow me. I can’t even explain how I felt, or rather, how I still feel. And he had the audacity to cry? If I had a gun, I swear I would’ve sh•t him. Why are you crying when you knew exactly what you were doing—having unprotected sex with a prostitute? Who does that in 2025? What if she had HIV or syphilis? He would’ve come home and infected me. I kept asking him why, because I’ve gone through so much for him, and this was the last straw. In February, EFCC arrested him. I had to call my uncle—someone I haven’t spoken to since my dad died in 2016.
I had to drop my pain and pride just to beg so he wouldn’t spend the night in that place. His own brother was fine with bailing him out the next morning, but I didn’t want him to sleep there. My uncle made one phone call, and he was released. Only for him to carry ashewo the very next week. How do you hurt someone this much and still sleep at night? I can’t wrap my head around it. He sent ₦3 million as an apology. I’m going to use it to go to Qatar. I’m done. If I stay, I’ll just keep seeing different versions of shege. He’s always wanted a child—now he has one. I really thought four years meant something, but apparently not. People keep saying there’s no love in the streets, but honestly, I don’t care anymore. I’d rather get f*cked than be “loved” like this. What’s the difference? As for the girl, she’ll cry more than that baby. Anyway, where are you people finding love abeg?
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