I met Uche on social media back when I was in the UAE. We chatted for a while, and then I said yes to being in a relationship with him. By then I had gotten to know him enough to like him. I even agreed to his proposal on his birthday. I wanted it all to be iconic.......CONTINUE READING THE ARTICLE FROM THE SOURCE>>>>>
A week later, I got a day off from work. We chose that day to meet in person. He seemed okay when I saw him. He looked well, and had a pleasant countenance. He was nice and kind to me. I mostly enjoyed our conversations. It helped me know him better.
“I work in a salon,” he told me. “I also work as a maid,” I said.
That very first time we met he asked if he could meet my relatives. “Who do I talk to when I want to ask for your hand in marriage?”
This gave me the impression that he was serious about me. I was at an age where I felt I wasn’t getting any younger. I was pushing thirty. Plus I had been single for so long. And he was the first man I met in a while who made sense to me.
I didn’t hide the most important aspect of my life with him. “I am a single mother of two,” I told him. I thought it would push him away but it didn’t. Rather, he looked at me in admiration and said, “Are you sure you had those kids yourself?”
I smiled shyly and answered, “I take good care of myself. I work out, and maintain my figure. That’s why I’m not doing badly.”
I felt confident that this man was genuine. But things changed when I met him again. This time around, I saw a conversation on his phone. He was speaking to someone in his native language. He is Nigerian, and I’m Filipina. He and this person were updating each other frequently.
I asked him who the person was, and he said she was his sister. I didn’t want to cause drama, especially because I was in a hurry to return to my boss’s house, so I let it go.
Time and distance gave me some clarity after I did a lot of thinking. I concluded that I didn’t believe him when he said the lady was his sister. So I decided to break up with him.
He didn’t want to accept it at first. When he asked me why, I couldn’t tell the truth. I knew he would only deny it if I tried to talk about what I saw in his phone. So I lied that I was seeing someone else. I even posted a photo of a male friend online to sell my story. I think that helped him move on.
I panicked when I didn’t get my period after a few weeks. I was under contract through an agency, and if I got pregnant on the job, I could go to prison. I reached out to him, so we could talk and decide what to do. This guy was too busy for me. He was constantly ignoring me.
Eventually, I prayed for a reason to leave UAE, or for my agency to terminate my contract. By some miracle, it happened. I went back to the Philippines.
I went to the hospital and ran some scans. To my dismay, the results said I was three months pregnant.
We kept in touch for updates on the pregnancy, but we fought all the time. We often insulted each other over money. I begged him to support me, but he kept making promises he never kept.
The pregnancy journey was not easy. I even slipped and bled. I told him about it but he was not concerned. I got nothing from him; no words, no money, no support.
At one point, I was struggling financially and couldn’t work anymore because I was eight months pregnant. Out of desperation, I messaged his friends on social media and asked them to help me talk to him. His brother blocked me. That’s how alone I was.
I noticed a woman who often commented on his posts, so I messaged her. I was trying to enlist her help but she told me she was his fiancée. I had already lost interest in him back in the UAE, so I wasn’t mad. “Please can you talk to him for me? I just want him to help me until I give birth. That’s all,” I told the lady.
None of it amounted to nothing. Even after I gave birth, there was nothing from him.
Now, my daughter is two months old. I gave up begging him. I asked him to at least have a relationship with his daughter so she wouldn’t feel abandoned but he refused to do that too. I didn’t mean to but I got angry and blocked him.
My question is, how do I get him to pay child support? He is still over there while I’m back home. He doesn’t even ask of the child. In case he comes across this story, I want to leave him a message.
Uche, thank you for the genes. She’s really beautiful. I love her so much. Since you’ve decided to be a deadbeat father, that’s your problem. I even asked you about registering her under your last name, and you ignored me. I still have our conversations, and one day, she’ll read them.
