Early in the morning on Facebook, I saw my boyfriend’s name indicating that he was in a relationship with a woman named Amelia. My heart jumped out of my chest, and my head started asking, “Why?” I tapped on the comment, but nothing showed up. I tapped on the post, and it said it no longer existed. But the name of the woman was etched in my mind. I asked myself why I hadn’t taken a screenshot.......CONTINUE READING THE ARTICLE FROM THE SOURCE>>>>>
I had been with him the night before, and everything seemed fine. I called him and asked him about it. He told me point-blank that it wasn’t true. He said, “You might have seen something else, or the name you saw wasn’t mine.”
I wasn’t going to argue about what I had seen with my own eyes, so I asked him, “You mean there’s nothing going on between you and Amelia?” He answered candidly, “I don’t know that name, so how can I answer this question?”
I spent the rest of my morning looking for Amelia. She wasn’t hard to find—a loud and beautiful woman on Facebook. I took my time going through her profile and looking at her photos. She had everything Richard would want in a woman. I had dated Richard for two years, so I knew what he wanted. He had talked about these things. I had some of those qualities too—the figure, the face, the complexion, and the height. The only thing I didn’t have was a large bust, which he liked. He had told me it wasn’t a big deal, but Amelia had the bust and everything else.
I sent her a message: “Dear Amelia, can we talk? It’s about Richard. I have some information I’d like to share with you. Kindly call me on this number or leave your number for me to call you.”
I waited patiently. She didn’t call until a day later. I told her, “It looks like you’re dating a man I’m also dating, if what I saw on Facebook is true—about you being in a relationship with Richard.”
She screamed, “I knew it! I knew he was hiding something when he couldn’t wait to delete that post.”
According to Amelia, they had started dating three months prior. She said Richard had told her there was no one else in his life. She had asked for proof, but the things he used as evidence weren’t convincing enough. As a last resort, she sent him a relationship request on Facebook and asked him to accept it to prove there was nothing going on. He accepted it that night, but by morning, he had deleted it, saying his family members were rushing to ask questions and he wanted to keep his relationship low-key.
I talked to Amelia for over an hour. She was calm and respectful. She told me where they had met and listed everything in Richard’s room to prove that she had spent the night there. She said, “I’m sorry to have come between you two. Now that I know the truth, I’ll leave so you two can work things out.”
I screamed, “Work what out? It’s over for me too. We might not be the only ones he’s dating. Maybe if he had kept the post up a little longer, a lot more women would have come forward.”
But we weren’t going to leave without some drama. Amelia is just like me—fun, bubbly, and a lover of chaos. She said, “Let’s show up at his place together.” I responded, “Together might kill the fun. You go first, and I’ll come later.”
And that’s exactly what we did.
While he was giving me excuses on one hand, he was giving Amelia the green light on the other. The day we chose to see him, he told me he would be getting off work very late, so instead of me coming over, he would call me when he was on his way and we could meet in town. I said okay. Meanwhile, he was on the phone with Amelia, planning their night.
When Amelia arrived, she sent me a photo and said, “I’m in. You can come anytime now.”
When I entered, Amelia was seated with Richard’s head on her lap. As soon as he saw me, he jumped up. I sat next to Amelia, and we started chatting. I asked her, “He told me he didn’t know you, so why are you here?” She laughed and said, “Ask him; he’s the one standing there.”
He looked at us with dismay in his eyes. We turned to him and said, “So, choose. If you choose her, I’ll leave.” He folded his arms and frowned, still lost for words. He tried to go into the bedroom, but we blocked him. “Choose!” we chorused. He responded, “I don’t have anything to say to you. Leave me alone.”
I had known him for over two years. He always had something to say, but that evening, for once, he was speechless. When we pushed, he pulled away. Maybe the shock was too much for him. Amelia went through his wallet, took GHC300, and showed it to him, saying, “We’re calling a Bolt. When you’re ready to choose, call us on a conference call.”
Amelia thanked me for helping her see the kind of man she had been giving her heart to. Her relationship with him was only a few months old, while mine had lasted two years. It hurt, so I mourned. I cried when I was alone, but when I remembered how we had handled the situation, I laughed.
He called to ask for a chance to apologize. He wanted to come over to deliver that apology. I told him I didn’t need it. He pestered me for days and even showed up uninvited. I didn’t let him in. He said he was sorry countless times. I said, “Okay,” and closed the door. Amelia called to ask if he had contacted me. I said yes. She told me he had only texted her once to apologize, but when she didn’t respond, he didn’t text again.
She said, “You’re the one he truly wants. You see how he’s going all out to get your attention? Men!” I responded, “He didn’t want either of us. It’s his ego that’s driving him. If he truly needed me, he wouldn’t have felt the need for another woman.”
Amelia and I check in on each other once in a while. She teases me and calls me “Mrs.” She says, “When you take him back and there’s a wedding, please don’t count me out. I’ll be your maid of honor.”
She had her own healing to do, and she handled it just fine. I handled mine the best way I could too. They’ll say they love you, but they’ll still leave you with deep wounds to heal. Men!
