Everything He Told Me Was A Lie And His Mother Knew It

We sell goods in bulk to people who resell them. Kay was a regular customer at the shop. One day he told me, “I like how you relate with the customers. You are not rude. Your customer service is top-notch. Keep it up!”......CONTINUE READING THE ARTICLE FROM THE SOURCE>>>>>

That was the first of many times he made me smile. He was a complete gentleman. He had a kind word to say to me whenever he came to the shop. He brought gifts too. Nothing too fancy but they were all thoughtful.

One day, Kay asked me out. I saw it coming from a mile away, and I said yes when he finally made the move.

On our first date, we sat in a restaurant as he opened up about his past. He told me his ex-girlfriend cheated on him with his friend while they were planning their wedding.

The betrayal affected him so badly that he had a mental breakdown and was admitted to the hospital. According to him, the doctor advised him to go on a relationship break. “That’s why I have been single for a year now.”

He told me that every time he saw me, something in him moved. “It’s a force, telling me you are the right woman for me.” I swooned. Fell face flat for his honey-coated empty words.

My place was closer to his shop than his place. So he’d often pass by my house after work to eat and then “eat” before going home late at night, sometimes around 10 or 11 p.m.

I never went to his house. When I asked him to take me there he said his mother was living with him. When his past relationship ended, she moved in to take care of him.

He even told me, “I am planning to tell her I have gotten a new girlfriend. She will be happy to meet the woman responsible for my happiness.”

The talk of meeting his mother gave me hope that we were in for the long haul.

Nonetheless, four months into the relationship, I found myself asking him, “When am I going to meet your mother?”

He kept scheduling and rescheduling the dates. All because his mother travelled for a funeral and hadn’t returned.

The stories kept flowing until one day when he called to tell me he was coming to introduce his brother to me. He showed up with a guy who bore no resemblance to him. Yet he said they were brothers. What was I supposed to do? Ask for their birth certificates as proof?

In our ninth month together, he said he wanted to meet my parents and begin marriage plans. I was excited to hear this. “Let me find a favourable time to get off work. Then we can go to my hometown to meet them.”

A week later, he came to my house without his car. When I asked what happened, he said it was at the mechanic’s. I asked how he’d get to work, and he said his workers would manage the shop until the car was ready.

During one of our conversations, he told me buying a car and using it for a “work-and-pay” business was a good investment. According to him, many people made good money that way.

It sounded like good business to me. So we went together to buy a car with my hard-earned money. We registered it in my name. At the time, I didn’t know how to drive, so he promised to find a trustworthy driver for me. Since I trusted him, I allowed him to use the car in the meantime.

In the early days of our relationship, I visited his shop twice, and I noticed how well his boys treated him. They called him “Boss,” and he told me the shop belonged to him. I believed him. When he started using my car, he would often drive the car to my workplace, bring me food, and then say he was heading to his shop.

Then things started changing. He stopped answering my calls regularly. His excuse was either, “Sorry, I was asleep,” or sorry, “I am driving.”

One day I was at work when I felt uneasy and stepped out. Before I knew it I was at his workplace.

I met a woman and the same boys I’d seen from my previous visits. I greeted the woman and asked one of the boys where Kay was. He shrugged, “I don’t know. He hasn’t been here for two months.”

I did my best to hide my shock as I gave my number to the guy and said, “Call me if he shows up at work.”

I called Kay the moment I was out of earshot and asked where he was. He told me he was at the shop working. I didn’t say anything.

I became more curious about him. Who is Kay? Why did he lie to me about work? What else did he lie to me about? I found the answers to all these questions.

The shop he claimed to own wasn’t his. He was just a worker there. He had mismanaged the business so he got fired. And the car? It belonged to the real shop owner. She took it back after she sacked him.

The guy he brought to my house is not his brother. They are just friends.

Oh, I saved the best for last. Kay is a married man. He has five children. His wife and children live with him in his mother’s house.

The funny thing is, he once called his mother for me to speak to her on the phone. The woman acted like she was happy to talk to her future daughter-in-law. Unbeknownst to me she was helping her son throw dust in my eyes.

When the truth came out, I called her again, and she gave me directions to their home. When I got there she had the audacity to keep lying to my face. She said her son was divorcing the woman.

“The case is in court but it will soon be finalized,” she said, “and when it’s officially over my son will be free to marry you.”

All I wanted was an apology but I didn’t get it. I had to accept things for what they were and move on. Kay played me, and his mother was in on it. I thought it was love but he was in for my money.

As I write this, he still has my car. He said he would use it for Uber and pay me back.

This relationship has taught me that some men will go to any length to ruin an innocent woman’s life just to satisfy their selfish desires. Kay, I used to be so trusting of men but you’ve ruined that for me. You’ve taught me a bitter lesson.