I Tried To Save Her From Her Man But She Is Still With Him

Emma, my ex-boyfriend, was a diabolic liar. He could even curse himself by saying things like, “If I ever cheat, may I have an accident with my own car!” Meanwhile, I was number four on his list of girlfriends.......➡️CONTINUE READING THE FULL ARTICLES HERE.

I went through real shege in his hands. Baby mama drama, and a host of endless wahala. I would have lost my mind if I hadn’t left that relationship.

I moved on and met Prof. He couldn’t even propose love to me himself. It was his friend and his friend’s girlfriend who made his intentions known to me.

I thought the fact that he was shy to bare his heart to me meant he was a one-woman kind of man. Boy, was I wrong?

This guy was a talented cheat and a pathological liar. Gosh! He used to point at certain kinds of women and say, “God forbid that I would ever date a woman like that.” Sometimes he would tell me unprovoked, “If I ever hurt you may I die before my time.”

What didn’t he end up doing? He cheated on me with those very women he used to demean. I finally walked away when I caught him pants down with one of these women.

My love life hasn’t been easy. Just last year, I had five different talking stages with five different men.

One said he would put me on probation for six months to see if I was “wife material”, yet he wanted to see every inch of me over video calls.

The second man asked me for money. Why would a well-paid man with a car ask a student for money?
The third man only wanted my cookie so I didn’t even give him the time of day.

The fourth man was too busy to even call or text me. We didn’t do much talking or go far because of this.

Number five was just a fat man with a bad attitude. He didn’t have any personality. If I tried to register my displeasure about anything he would ask, “Are you treating me like this because of my weight?” It was tiring to constantly reassure him that it didn’t matter to me how he looked.

After everything I experienced last year, my heart was still open to finding love. When Sam, a distant friend stepped forward this year and threw his hat in the ring, I gave him a chance.

He’s an entrepreneur who comes from an affluent home and is doing well for himself.

I was sceptical about his proposal at first. Why would an established man like him still be single?

He swore heaven and earth that he had no one.
He said his ex left because his busy schedule didn’t allow him to make much time for her.

As a 23-year-old midwife pursuing my degree at a university in Ghana, I too had a busy schedule. So I felt I wouldn’t have a problem with his busyness.

We were all sweet and lovely until one day I visited him and found traces of another woman in his room. I am talking about lingerie, wigs, panties, and sanitary pads in his closet.

When he saw me looking at them he casually said, “Those are my elder sister’s stuff. She visits whenever she needs to take a little break from her husband.”

I nodded calmly but in my head, I said, “Slow down, my guy. I’m not new to these tactics.”

I refused to have intimacy with him. I told him we should take things slow until we were both sure of the relationship.

He agreed but every time I went there he tried to force himself on me. We literally wrestled sometimes. Eventually, I stopped visiting altogether.

I prayed and asked God: “If this relationship is not meant for me, show me.”

Guess what?

It was Sam’s friend, Foster, who told me that Sam had a fiancée. The guy was also interested in me so he didn’t like that his friend was trying to play me. He even gave me the lady’s number. “You can call her if you want to hear everything from the horse’s own mouth.”

I was calm and nice when I reached out to her. I only wanted her to know the truth about Sam. Come and see the way this lady defended her man fiercely. It wasn’t until I sent her screenshots of some of our messages did she believe me slightly.

Turns out they had been dating since 2023. They almost got married last year but cancelled for reasons known only to them.

“I know he is flawed but he is a good man,” she told me.

Sam had rented and furnished a two-bedroom self-contained apartment for her. He also had two plots of land in her name. “There is nothing he won’t give me.”

Meanwhile, this same guy never even gave me one cedi. All the times I asked he said, “Wait, I will give it to you soon.” Then he would pretend he forgot.

When he found out I spoke to his girl, he got angry and insulted me in all shades of colours. I didn’t even care.

I was just happy I didn’t give him what he wanted. I would have ended up with another “he used and dumped me” story.

Sam is such a gaslighter. I don’t know what he did to her but can you imagine that after catching him, his fiancée ended up apologizing to him for finding out about us? That’s how manipulative he is.
He showed no remorse whatsoever.

I tried to save a sister, but I suppose some women don’t mind sharing their men with an entire community. That’s her business though. I am just glad I listened to my instincts when I felt something was off about him. I am just here praying that the next time I give love another chance, I shouldn’t see shege again.