After five years of dating, she left me for another man and took my 20K away

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We’re both set to begin our final year of college. I’m at UCC, and you’re at UG. We’d been dating since high school and were planning to marry shortly. I even told you that with the economy as it is, two children should be sufficient for us to raise. Our main hope was that it would be one boy and one girl so that we wouldn’t have to keep trying for a specific gender. These proposals have piqued your and my interest. My mother told me the first time I brought you home that you were lovely and well-mannered, and that I should make sure I acted in a manner befitting of you. My father passed away in 2020. That was prior to the first time I took you home. I wish he had met you at the time. I was certain he would have loved you as well. My three siblings have no reservations about you. When you initially brought me home, your stern father told me I should concentrate on my studies and start following his daughter after school. He was the only one who was opposed to our love, although your mother was the polar opposite.

She greeted me cheerfully and chatted with me in a polite manner. Your only brother joked with me that if I destroy his sister’s heart, he will come after me. We were doing rather well for ourselves. We formed a joint account and agreed to donate GHc100 each month to aid us when the time came for our marriage. We were doing the susu to tie the knot. Because I am the man, I contribute more money each month than you do. It alternated between ghc500 and ghc600. I would win a sports bet and deposit the entire amount into our account. An uncle from abroad would send me money, and I would save a little portion for myself and deposit the remainder into the account. I also saw that you hadn’t added any money for several months, but I never questioned you why. It wasn’t required. I am the guy, and it was my responsibility to manage our bond funds.

When I attempted to call you at about 8:00 pm and your phone was constantly busy, I recognised the first signals of lying and adultery. Meanwhile, for the previous few years, we’ve always talked on the phone around 8 a.m. It was our time, so I began to assume you had replaced me with someone else, but I didn’t question you. It was impossible for our relationship to be flawless. Distance relationships were difficult for me, but I was determined to make them work since I genuinely loved you. My housemates and pals continued making depressing remarks here and there. “By this time, somebro dey eat your lady gidigidi,” said one of my friends, who informed me that another guy was feasting on the fruit I was cultivating. That man ought to be a prophet.

Perhaps he didn’t require prophetic eyes to see what was obvious. I was the one who was blinded by love, unable to see what was so naked. Because of you, I left the Central Region for Legon one weekend. I was about to take tests. I needed to catch up on notes and schoolwork. I understood that my education was important to my future, but so was yours. So I travelled the entire distance. I casually asked you the night before whether you wanted to go home on Saturday. It was something you did on occasion. You said you’d stay on campus. I didn’t inform you I was going to Legon that Saturday. I arrived and went to your room. On prior occasions, I was present. Despite the fact that it was the first time I had arrived without your knowledge. Your roommate instructed whoever it was to come in when I knocked. None of you had any idea it was your UCC lover. I didn’t anticipate you to be sharing a bowl with a handsome gentleman.

He had his left hand on your lap and the banku and okro you were eating were almost completed. You were laughing and conversing. When I entered your room, I noticed how shocked you were, and how you attempted to seem normal by introducing the other person as your National Service teaching Assistant who had come to help you learn certain issues. You said you were hungry after studying, so you and your friends got some food. I felt wounded and envious. I was unhappy with myself for not choosing Legon forms that would allow me to be near to you. I blamed myself for everything you did to me, despite the fact that it was obvious that I was too wonderful for you. I believed your tale. I apologised to you when you were furious with me for dropping by unexpectedly. I came back as though nothing had occurred. That vac, your mother summoned me to your home.

She began telling me how disappointed she was in me. You were present. You were fixed on me. I’d noticed you’d gained weight, but nothing else came to mind. You were pregnant, and your mother mistook me for the father. You didn’t even refute it when she came to that conclusion. You didn’t tell her that the last time we did it was more than 6 months ago, and I was using protection. That was the point at which I’d had enough. I informed your mother of the truth. I told her you were cheating on me with your school’s TA. I informed her about my conversations with your roommate and how she was having trouble sleeping at midnight since the two of you were fighting with only a blanket covering you for privacy. You sighed at the delicacy of his touch because you assumed she was fast asleep.

After that, your mother apologised to me, and I went home. I needed to safeguard my reputation. You came to my residence to find out why I would betray you in this manner. You expected me to assume apologetic responsibility for a kid I did not father? What were you expecting from me? Our breakup was hard, but I have no regrets. The only thing I regret is that I trusted you and shared five years of my life with you. I was just sixteen years old and felt I was mature enough to grasp love. Now that I’m 21, I’m not even sure what love is. I attempted to withdraw funds from our joint account and offer you half, even knowing you contributed only about 25 to 30%. I was informed that you had already withdrawn the $20,000 from the account. I will never leave you that money. It is the only recompense I have received for all of the anguish you have caused me.

You switched hostels. Your folks stated you spent your vacation with your grandparents in Ho. They urged me to wait until you got home to talk about money, and they weren’t present when we opened the account at 18. When you returned, you stated that you had spent the money. You’ve done a lot of damage to me. This is something I’m thinking about. I haven’t informed you, but I’d want to perform rituals on you. I want you to feel some remorse for bringing me misery. I’m sure you’ll read this. I know you read this website. I would have mentioned your name, but the administrators will delete it. Return my money, or you will never be happy in your life. I won’t say anything else.

Source: Anonymous Confessions