I know some people have been judging me because of how my three-year relationship ended. And honestly, I get it. From the outside, it might look like I just walked away. But there’s a lot I didn’t say — not because I was hiding the truth, but because the story is deep, personal, and painful. Today, I want to tell you everything. Not for pity. Not for praise. But for understanding. The girl I was with lived with her father and stepmother. From the beginning, she always seemed like someone carrying a lot of weight — but she never spoke on it. Until one day, she opened up about something that changed how I saw everything. She told me how, when she was younger, her father used to come into her room at night. Her stepmother would be there — in the same house, just one room away — and never said or did anything. She couldn’t understand why. It got worse as she grew older. She told me her own father disvirgined her shortly after she turned 18. That’s something no girl should ever have to go through. And she kept it all to herself. One night, she came to my place and got home about 30 minutes later than usual.
Her father suspected she had come from my side. That night, he beat her so badly, like he was fighting with his own age mate. Out of pain and frustration, she finally told her stepmother everything — everything her father had been doing to her for years. But instead of helping her, the stepmother started giving her attitude. She couldn’t take it anymore. That’s when she ran away to Ondo State to stay with her grandmother. She didn’t tell me. I only realized when I couldn’t reach her anymore and found out she had left Lagos. Without thinking twice, I left Lagos for the first time in my life and went to look for her in Ondo. Even though I’m from there, I had never traveled outside Lagos before. When I arrived, I saw how broken she was. I could tell her mom’s family knew the truth, but they didn’t say anything to me. I didn’t care. I just wanted to be there for her. She was going through serious trauma — almost to the point of losing herself. But I thank God she pulled through. A few days later, I had to return to Lagos to continue working. I had aluminum jobs to deliver to customers, and I needed the money.
Not long after that, her mother helped her process her school admission, and she got in. Things started looking better. But then, the same man — her father — came back. He started calling her, acting like he cared, saying he missed her. And even though he was the one who ruined her childhood, he paid part of her school fees. But not out of love — he did it to stay close. Here’s the disgusting part: He knew she didn’t have a smartphone (she lost it on her way to Ondo), and he told her that if she gave him “just one last time (sex),” he’d buy her a new one. Yes — her own father. When I used to visit her in school, I noticed she always avoided his calls. I thought maybe she was just trying to protect me from drama. But I had no idea he was still being disgusting toward her — over the phone. I only found out when she visited me again. Her phone rang, she picked, and I heard everything myself. I even recorded one of the conversations. I was weak. Heartbroken. Angry. Disappointed in the world. I bought her a new phone immediately. I tried my best to show her love, to make her feel safe again. But deep down, I was broken too.
I couldn’t keep the relationship going. It was draining everything out of me — mentally and emotionally. Still, I didn’t leave her stranded. Even after we broke up, I supported her. I even sent her money to complete the payment for an abortion she had to go through. I still check up on her sometimes, and I wish her well. But I needed to take care of my own peace too. So Before You Judge… Before you call someone a bad person for walking away, understand that some of us carry silent battles. I didn’t stop loving her. I just couldn’t carry all that pain with her anymore. I’m not perfect, but I was loyal. I did everything a young man with no silver spoon could do. And even though we’re not together anymore, I’ll always wish her healing, happiness, and strength. So again, I’m not telling this story for pity. I just needed people to know the truth.