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He’s not showing any sign of marrying me after dating for 16 years with three kids

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I was a naive 17-year-old girl who believed everything he told me when we first started dating. He was 21 years old and an apprentice car mechanic. He currently has his own fitting business with apprentices, as I speak. I have no regrets about being with him or having three children with him. What irritates me is his personality and how domineering his family is. He is quite peaceful and serene, and he constantly wishes for peace to rule. He despises confrontation so much that if we have to debate something, he will just advise us to settle it there and not bring it up again. He stays in a chamber and a hall with me. We also have the children with us. It’s his family’s home, and the restroom is on the property.

I’ve been with him for the past ten years. It began when I became pregnant with my first kid. He said he was the father and brought some schnapps to my family to apologize for impregnating me. That is all he has accomplished. I’ve been pleading with him to make it official and marry me, but he doesn’t get it. I have the impression that he already regards me as his wife. He doesn’t understand why we should make it official because everyone calls me his wife. My mum has also persuaded me to continue living with him. After having three children with him, there is no way I could abandon him for another woman. Where should I even begin? He is incredibly compassionate and takes excellent care of us.

I’m now learning to cook and will be finished shortly. Despite the fact that he hasn’t complained, I want to complete and work full-time to support him. We’re required to alternate who sweeps the complex and cleanses the toilet and bath at his family’s residence. My boyfriend, unfortunately, has three sisters. He is the sole male. We also share the house with roughly five of his relatives, who also live there with their families. My man’s parents are both running late. When it’s my turn to sweep the courtyard and scrub the restroom, I do it without complaint. My husband has even told me that I’m doing great with it. I can add that I and one of his cousin’s wives do a good job of sweeping the complex and cleaning the restroom. His sisters and relatives were meant to assist, but they quit long ago.

We (the other wife and I) used to be really vocal about it. It didn’t seem fair to us. There are two other spouses who are meant to assist us. One of them does not even work and yet she does nothing. We mentioned this issue one day, and it quickly escalated into a large argument in the family. I was the one who went to question the eldest sister about why it is just two of us who clean the washroom and compound while there are so many of us in the house. It’s quite frustrating to watch how some of them leave the toilet in a state of disarray. Please excuse my profanity. It’s terrible. Their offspring will destroy the property and then abandon it. They do not respect either. If you accidentally touch one of the children, you will be labelled a witch in the house.

So I summoned my bravery that day and informed the woman that it wasn’t fair. She is the house’s oldest resident, in her 60s. In terms of her, I don’t expect her to accomplish anything; I just see her as an elderly woman who will convene a conference and split the job properly, easing the pressure on some of us. She began criticizing me and using nasty comments against me. She and her sisters formed a group against me that day. Some of the cousins also showed up there. They stated it was a good thing their brother didn’t marry me since my days in the house were numbered.

One of them stated that he will never marry me as long as she is alive and that he will only consider me worthy of marriage once she, the sister, is deceased. This wounded me so much that I stopped greeting them. I ceased sweeping and cleaning the area. The other woman who was assisting me was having significant disagreements with her husband and had gone to her father’s place. She is yet to return as I speak. There is no tranquillity in the house. My man’s sisters came to our home one day to knock on the door and taunt me after I quit sweeping. Fortunately, my partner was present that day to see what I had been telling him all along. He advised me not to go outside. He walked out to talk to them, and they returned to their side. But they were running around yelling ‘kansantwi’ and performing various tunes all day to get my attention.

I’ve told my boyfriend several times that we should rent, and to be honest, even though I want us to leave the house, rent is expensive, and right now, after paying the children’s tuition, we don’t have much left over for other things. We are fortunate that his father bequeathed him this chamber and hall. It’s his portion, and we just pay a little amount. Please tell me how I may live with his sisters. He has instructed me to resume welcoming them. When I welcome them, only one responds. The others don’t seem to mind. Now that the other woman is gone, it is up to me to sweep the compound every day.

I’m not even concerned with the complex. I’m concerned about the bathroom and toilet. It is quite difficult for me. His sisters have now forbidden their children from playing with mine. The third sibling is expecting her sixth kid. They are not married, yet they have children with various guys. Despite this, they treat me as though I’ve done a crime. Please advise me on how to approach them so that I do not cause any additional difficulties. I’m doing my best. It’s as though they’re driving me to abandon him. But after 16 years of dating, he’s my spouse, and I’m not leaving. I keep getting the impression that his sisters have done something to make him refuse to marry me. They must be aware of something based on their demeanour.

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Woman confesses that her spouse always defecates in bed as he’s ready to ‘cum’

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"I've been married for eleven months now. My spouse has had this problem since we started dating till now. The problem is that whenever my husband and I have sex and he is ready to cum and it is at its climax, he eases himself into the bed. "We've tried to get him to stop, but he always complains it's too sweet and he can't contain himself. As a result, we decided that he would always relax himself before we started having sex. "But he will continue to do it while cuming. I refused to give him sex while we were dating because it was horrible. I married him because despite it, he is a responsible, nice, and caring spouse."

A Ghanaian lady who is married to a “loving and responsible husband” is looking for help dealing with what she describes as “disgusting” sexual encounters with her spouse.

The married woman with two children has said that her husband always defecates in bed when he is at his height of ecstasy during sex.

Revealing her traumatic situation to Ms. Nancy on Confessions on TV3, she stated that she is considering quitting her eleven-month marriage because she cannot bear it any longer.

“I’ve been married for eleven months now. My spouse has had this problem since we started dating till now. The problem is that whenever my husband and I have sex and he is ready to cum and it is at its climax, he eases himself into the bed.

“We’ve tried to get him to stop, but he always complains it’s too sweet and he can’t contain himself. As a result, we decided that he would always relax himself before we started having sex.

“But he will continue to do it while cuming. I refused to give him sex while we were dating because it was horrible. I married him because, despite it, he is a responsible, nice, and caring spouse,” she narrated.

According to her, the situation is impacting her mental health because all attempts to settle her issue have failed.

“I’m going through a lot because it makes me puke; mentally, I’m breaking down. I’m not sure whether to quit the marriage because we currently have two children. I tried every possible solution to the problem, but nothing worked,” she said.

She is presently seeking assistance to deal with the circumstance, as the problem is harming her mental health.

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I prefer to masturbate than have sex with my husband – Lady shares ordeal

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She stated that she has always felt sexually unfulfilled after intercourse, therefore she chooses to masturbate to satisfy herself rather than having sex with her boyfriend. "Within two minutes, he had come. As a result, I avoid him and prefer to masturbate to satisfy my sexual cravings since, as soon as we start having sex, he has come and the item will stand," she said Ms. Nancy on Confessions on TV3.

A Ghanaian woman has expressed her sexual discontent with her spouse.

The lady, whose identity has been kept hidden, told Confessions on TV3 that her spouse never stays in bed for more than two minutes.

She stated that she has always felt sexually unfulfilled after intercourse, therefore she chooses to masturbate to satisfy herself rather than having sex with her boyfriend.

“Within two minutes, he had come. As a result, I avoid him and prefer to masturbate to satisfy my sexual cravings since, as soon as we start having sex, he has come and the item will stand,” she said to Ms. Nancy on Confessions on TV3.

Meanwhile, Life Coach Ebenezer Quaye, a guest on the show, encouraged lovers to share feedback to each other after participating in physical intimacy with their loved ones.

This, he argued, will inspire spouses to work on their sexual deficiencies.

“If you are having sex and do not receive feedback from your wife, there is a problem.” Wives should also provide feedback to their spouses. “It’s so nice and encouraging,” he commented.

He also gave some strategies for improving sexual shortcomings between lovers.

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How my husband sex trafficked me for 13 years

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When I was about 14 years old, one of my neighbours came over and invited me to a pool party. "It's going to be fun." She said. "Sure. "I would love to." I didn't have many friends, so it felt good to be part of something for once. I got my bathing suit and followed the girl. Before we arrived at the place, we encountered a small gathering of teens. There was one person who stood out from the crowd. He had everyone's attention, and everyone wanted to speak with him. My companion began heading towards them, and I followed her.

I learned that life was unfair at an early age, and in the worst way conceivable. My stepfather used to sexually assault me, and when I eventually had the bravery to denounce him, he received only three months of treatment as punishment and was allowed to live with me again.

My mother brought him back for financial reasons, but she kept us apart. They slept below, while we slept above. Nevertheless, I was traumatised and lived in terror. As if I hadn’t gone through enough pain, I met a man who I believed loved me and who sex trafficked me.

When I was about 14 years old, one of my neighbours came over and invited me to a pool party.

“It’s going to be fun.” She said.

“Sure. “I would love to.”

I didn’t have many friends, so it felt good to be part of something for once. I got my bathing suit and followed the girl. Before we arrived at the place, we encountered a small gathering of teens. There was one person who stood out from the crowd. He had everyone’s attention, and everyone wanted to speak with him. My companion began heading towards them, and I followed her.

“Hello, Greg. I invite you to meet my buddy Wendy. “Wendy, this is Greg.” She spoke to the guy.

Greg turned to me, smiled, and extended his hand before saying, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

At that point, my knees were weak. My heart began beating, and I couldn’t stop smiling.

“Can I get your number?” He asked.

“Sure,” I responded and handed it to him.

I didn’t expect him to call, but later that night he did, and we spoke for hours. That was the start of a relationship that led to my being sex trafficked.

Greg understood how to make me feel appreciated, which is all I wanted. We became amorous quickly, and I fell pregnant soon after. I had been under my mother’s care since I was 17 years old when I had my child. Greg demanded that I leave my mother’s house so that we could make our relationship work.

“How am I going to do that?” I asked.

“I’ve got a plan. You may relocate to a shelter, where they will consider you emancipated from your parents, and then you will be eligible for welfare checks, and we will be able to get an apartment and live happily ever after.” He explained.

At the time, it seemed like a fairy tale, and I was all in. I ran away from home, and Greg took me and my kid to a shelter. However, life at the shelter was not as easy as Greg made it appear.

It took long for me to receive my first welfare check, and I was running out of baby goods. So I contacted Greg and told him I needed money to take care of our child.

“Don’t worry, I have a job for us to do.” He said.

I assumed he meant cleaning people’s homes because that’s what he told me he did for money. So I picked up my kid and went to see him.

“What are we going to do?” I asked Greg.

“Well, you’re going to walk up this street, wait on that corner for a man to pick you up and you’ll have sex with that man in his car and he’ll pay you.” He explained without emotion.

I was perplexed and apprehensive, but he kept bringing up my daughter and insisting that if I loved her, I would do it. I felt like I had no option. My knees and hands shook as I proceeded to where he had instructed me to stand. As soon as I arrived, a car stopped in front of me, and the driver requested me to get in. That’s how my spouse started sex trafficking me.

“I know a place we can go in the woods.” He said.

I did not say anything. When we arrived in the woods, we both exited and walked to a private location where he began removing his clothing. I took off mine, we had sex, and he gave me the money before driving me back to where he had picked me up.

When I came out, I went to Greg, who was still standing in the same location and handed him all of the money.

“I love you.” I knew I had made the proper decision in choosing you as my wife. He said.

We went to purchase diapers and formula for the baby and had a little extra. However, a week later, we were out of diapers again.

That time, he encouraged me to take on two or three customers so that I might earn enough money to leave the shelter.

“Do you want your daughter to live in a shelter for the rest of her life?” He asked.

From there, he started one of the greatest prostitution networks in the region. It comprised four to ten females from various states. He sexually trafficked me for 13 years while I was still married to him. It varied from once a week to every other day, depending on how much money he received from the other females. I worked as a street girl, and escort, and made house calls. Not to add that I have two more children with him.

People continually questioned me why I stayed with him for so long, but no matter what I told them, they couldn’t comprehend what I was going through. Greg hooked us to drugs and physically abused us if we attempted to escape. He would also send the other girls to find any girl who had gone and beat her until she returned. I felt bonded to the other females since we weren’t permitted to have outside contact. So, anytime I managed to flee, I felt horrible and returned because I didn’t want them to suffer.

After 13 years, I was finally free of Greg. I had recently given birth and was in the kitchen making supper for us when I noticed police cruisers outside our house. The cops swooped in, arrested Greg, and detained me for interrogation.

However, I refused to talk to them because I was afraid Greg would beat me if he found out. Because I did not comply, they accused me of sex trafficking and sentenced me to 23 months in prison. Greg was also charged with sex trafficking and was sentenced to ten years in jail.

My children were removed while I was in prison, and because the judge in the custody case felt I was a sex trafficker, she promised that I would not be granted custody of my children. When I got out, I returned to school and earned an associate’s degree. In addition, I returned to the same judge who heard my custody case to request custody of my kid. I went with my attorneys, counsellors, and even the police officers who detained me to explain my situation to the court.

She returned my child to me, and I returned home to live with my mother, who sadly died later. Today, I feel comfortable and satisfied, which is a wonderful place to be. I’ve realised that there are individuals eager to help those who have faced the same hardships that I have, and if you’re going through anything similar, you don’t have to suffer alone or in silence.

This narrative is based on the Unfiltered Stories YouTube video.

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