I thought Kobby and I were forever. I had known too many heartbreaks before he came into my life. I told him everything before our relationship started. How I lost my mother in an accident. How no one had ever loved me like my mom. How, in one year, I lost two relationships. How my last one was so terrible that I nearly committed suicide.......CONTINUE READING THE ARTICLE FROM THE SOURCE>>>>>
Kobby promised to be different. He said he was going to love me back to life, so I should give him a chance. I gave him a chance because love was the only thing that could make me feel complete.
But he became toxic and blamed me for who he had become. He would sleep with me and then tell me I smelled, so I should go and bathe. When he didn’t sleep with me, he said it was because I was smelling. I caught him cheating—twice. He told me, “You don’t know how to take care of yourself as a woman. Why wouldn’t I go out there and find someone who does?”
“Or do I not have a nose? I have one, but is it not functioning?” I asked myself.
I would spend twice the time in the bath, scrubbing myself as if I had fallen into a gutter. I used all the creams that promised feminine freshness, but he still wouldn’t touch me because he claimed I wasn’t hygienic.
Then, one night, he called it quits when I caught him with another woman. Right in front of me and the other woman, he screamed, “Why are you tormenting my life? Don’t you understand it’s over?”
So I left and decided not to go back. A week later, I was at the pool, wishing I could drown, when a woman who was swimming gracefully asked me to join her. Her name was Frances. I told her I wasn’t a good swimmer. She said she would help me. I let myself into the pool, and she started teaching me.
Every time I went underwater, I didn’t want to come back up. I wished it could all end. Later, she bought me a drink, and we talked. I didn’t know her hours ago, but I poured out my frustrations, my pain, and how Kobby had treated me.
Minutes later, I was in her car, and she was consoling me. She asked if I wanted to know where she lived. I nodded. She took me to her house, a beautiful home in the middle of the city. The decorations were elegant and intentional. I sat in the living room, and she served me a drink. She called me beautiful. She said my boyfriend didn’t deserve a woman like me. She asked if I had ever tried to love a woman. I shook my head. She said, “Try it. No heartbreaks, and I’ll take very good care of you, like you deserve.”
She sat next to me and started touching me. I didn’t resist. She gave me a peck on the cheek and then on the lips. It felt empty yet welcoming. I told her, “I don’t do women.” She replied, “I know. I’m only asking you to try me.”
She asked me to spend the night, and I said no. She asked again in a different way, but I still said no. She drove me home around 10 p.m. Around midnight, I called her, “Please, can you come get me?”
She came for me, and I spent the night with her. She did a lot to my body, which I enjoyed. When it was my turn to do the same, I froze. She was patient and ready to teach me where to touch. I spent a week with her. By then, I knew my way around her body. We became partners—a lover who wasn’t a man.
She provided everything I needed. I mean everything, to a T. She would send me home, and I would come back the next day because I missed her.
One day, she took me shopping, and a man stopped me. She continued walking. He introduced himself as Ekow. He took my number and gave me his. He started calling and talking about love.
I told him I wasn’t interested, but he didn’t stop. At one point, Frances took the phone from me and shouted at him to stop calling. She blocked him, but I unblocked him later because, somehow, I liked listening to him. I love promises, and he gave me plenty.
I met him once. Then twice. He lived in a beautiful house with his mom and sister. The two of them welcomed me and gave me a name—”in-law.” I dated him on the side for three months without Frances knowing. I felt indebted to Frances, so I didn’t know how to leave her without seeming ungrateful. But one thing about Frances was that she was receptive to the truth and handled it well. I confessed that I was cheating on her. “With a man,” I told her.
“Why?” she asked.
“I’m trying to be like this with you, but somehow my body still yearns for a man,” I explained.
She asked me to choose, and I boldly chose Ekow. She cried—oh, how she cried. I never knew she was so soft on the inside. As I was leaving her place, I prayed, “God, I hope you’re guiding my steps. If this doesn’t work, I’m doomed.”
It worked. The first thing Ekow did was find me a stable job so I could earn my own money. His mom became my mom. God bless that woman. Even her voice started sounding like my mom’s. She made everything easier for me. Two years after we started dating, he proposed. I said yes.
We’ve been married for three years now. I bear his name proudly because he was the only man who truly loved me back to life.
