I saw them together one evening on my way back home from work. Her ex had parked by the roadside, and she was standing next to him having a conversation. I wanted her to see me, so I stood there for a while watching them smile and tap each other. When I was sure she had seen me, I walked away.......CONTINUE READING THE ARTICLE FROM THE SOURCE>>>>>
She called, “I hope you’re not making a case out of this. I was coming from town when I met him. We were just talking.”
I was quiet, and that unsettled her, so she kept talking and talking and asked, “Won’t you say anything?” I answered, “I don’t have anything to say. If what you’re saying is true or not, time will tell.”
On social media, her ex posted a photo she was in with other people. She commented under the post, expressing how she had had fun that day. I saw the dress she was wearing and knew what day that was. She told me she was going for a work program in another branch. I liked her comment under the post, and she later called me.
“Why are you stalking me?” she asked. “So now, I can’t make a simple comment under a post and not feel judged?” I asked, “Was that the work event? Is your ex your colleague or your boss?”
She vehemently denied that the photo wasn’t taken on the day I was talking about. “Is that the only time I’ve worn that dress? This is an old dress. I’ve worn it to many places.”
Her voice and pitch overpowered mine. I didn’t fight or argue much. I’m a man who thrives well in peace. I even had to apologize to make her calm, but in my mind and heart, I trusted time to reveal what was hidden.
She came to spend the night with me, and all night she was on the phone, typing and making faces. She would make an angry face while typing and later relax her face, shifting to indifferent and then to worry. I was monitoring her like the weatherman monitors the skies.
When she put her phone down and slept, I picked up her phone and typed her password. She didn’t close her WhatsApp. The open chat was between her and her ex. She was pregnant and was discussing it with her ex. The guy accepted the pregnancy and was asking her to keep it. She was asking, “Keep it as what? Are you going to make your intentions clear after that? I don’t want to give birth out of wedlock.”
I don’t know why the pregnancy was his but not mine, but I read and kept my cool. In the morning, I asked her, “So are you going to keep it for him?” She was stunned. I asked again, “He doesn’t know I’m in the picture, does he?” She didn’t utter a word.
“You told me he was just a friend and nothing else, so why are you pregnant for a friend? Is that what you do with all your friends?”
She didn’t answer any of my questions but asked what I was doing on her phone. I answered, “I was weeding the bush on it. Too many snakes in your bush.”
We broke up. I was hurt and relieved at the same time. True to her words, she kept the pregnancy. I don’t know what she and her ex finally agreed on, but she’s walking around with a bulging tummy now. The pregnancy might as well be mine, I know. So I will wait until she delivers. I will request a DNA test to be sure. Time will tell the direction afterward.
They are lying. All those who say being friends with an ex isn’t an issue. If they were that bad for a relationship, how could they be good enough for friendship? Isn’t friendship also a relationship? Don’t they both end in ‘ship’?
