Our Relationship Was Perfect – Until He Told Me to Hide From His ‘Parents’

I met him in Winneba, where he said he had been transferred to work. He drove me to the roundabout to pick a car to Accra and took my number. He told me his mom and dad were in Accra, so he visited Accra very often. When I got to Accra, I called him, and it became a fragrance of friendship. We had a morning ritual: we would stay on the phone from 5:30 am to 6:30 am, talking about everything we would be doing during the day and more.......➡️CONTINUE READING THE FULL ARTICLES HERE.

We wouldn’t talk again until we came home in the evening. At first, it was a fragrance of friendship. Then it turned into the fire of a beautiful relationship. I was sceptical at first, but he kept hammering on the chemistry we’d built over the weeks. I was sceptical about the distance, but he told me, “Ah, you call Winneba to Accra a distance? Do you know where we’ve travelled to in the name of love?”

He would come to my place on Friday evening and leave to see his parents later at night. I would see him again on Sunday morning when he was leaving for Winneba. He would give me money to prepare dishes for him because he was alone and tired of eating street food.

Because he was coming to Accra every weekend, I didn’t have the time to visit him in Winneba until one day he told me he wasn’t feeling well, so I should come over for the weekend.

I did half a day at work and rushed out to pick up a car. I couldn’t wait. Our first time spending the weekend together. He was a little bit down when I saw him, but with care and a little bit of pampering, he lit up for the rest of the night.

Early Saturday morning, I was in the kitchen when he rushed in, “You need to go out and come later, my mom and dad are coming.” I laughed, “Your mom and dad are coming, and I have to leave? Why?”

He ranted for several seconds while putting my things together for me to leave, but everything he said didn’t make sense and the fact that he was removing my things from the bedroom. I was like, “Your parents are coming to stay in your bedroom?” He responded, “Stop asking questions and get going.”

He looked outside and screamed “Shit!” and started pulling me to hide in the next room. The person I saw coming didn’t look like his mother to me. She was much younger. She was walking in with a boy in tow. He quickly pushed me in there and closed the door. I was livid. He was treating me like a despicable thing that ought to stay out of sight.

I could hear them talking. He said, “I told you not to come. You see, I’m fine. It wasn’t any serious sickness.” The woman responded, “You live alone. Anything can happen at night. We came to take care of you.”

From the way the conversation was going, I started suspecting she was the wife. Finally, they moved to the bedroom, and he texted me that I could sneak out. He said, “Please don’t make noise, I beg you in the name of God.”

I stepped out. The boy was seated in the hall. I asked, “Is that your dad?” He nodded and also went inside. A boy about six years old. I don’t know what he went in to say, but a few seconds later, they all came out to see me in the hall. I wasn’t going anywhere, though. I was going to wait for them to come out.

He opened his eyes wide in anger, signalling me to walk out. The woman looked at me from head to toe before asking who I was. I answered, “Are you his sister? Sorry, we haven’t met. I’m his girlfriend.”

He was shouting, trying so hard to drown out my voice with his own noise. He came to hold my hand and pulled me towards the door. I screamed, “Leave my hand. You think you can play me for a fool? You’re married, and you’re playing this game with me? Do you think I’m a toy to be played with?”

The woman followed us out of the room. She was shouting, “You see, God has taken the leaves off you today? Shame on you, Kwabena. So she’s the reason you didn’t want me to come? You have another wife here. Shame on you. The world will see you.”

I was sad for the boy. He was so confused that he stood still watching us. I asked him to bring me my things, and he threw them at me. I screamed, “God will punish you for doing this to me. You think you can go scot-free?”

Fragrance of friendship, and then it turned to fire of a beautiful relationship, but fire usually burns, so that morning, we burned into ashes. He lied. He manipulated me to believe what was not there. The typical me would have cried, but I didn’t. I took a bus and came home with my heart on fire.

When he called, he said, “I was going to explain things to you. Our marriage hadn’t been good for so many years. We were on the verge of divorcing when you came into the picture. I didn’t lie.” I asked, “So I’ve sped up your divorce, haven’t I?” He answered, “It’s a long story.”

I told him, “Keep it to yourself and never call me again. But trust me, you’ll never go scot-free.” That’s how we burned to ashes. That man, hmmm.