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I’ve been crushing on him since childhood but his proposal came three days late after I’d accepted a friend’s ex

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My best friend’s older brother’s name is John. I’ve had a crush on him for as long as I can remember. He is two years older than us and prefers to keep to himself. Joyce and I became friends after I transferred to a new high school and discovered we lived in the same neighbourhood. We also had the same studies teacher after school, and he came to my house to meet us. He was also instructing John. I didn’t say much to John. He’d simply inquire if I’d seen his sister or something along those lines. It’s nothing personal. We all went to separate SHS after JHS. Joyce and I remained friends, and we would meet up over vacation to wander about and gossip. I never told her I had a crush on her brother, or that it wasn’t just a crush, but that I was seriously attracted to him. Nonetheless, we stayed acquaintances and didn’t talk often.

Joyce attended training college after high school, whereas I attended university. Her brother had already left. He assisted me with the lengthy admissions and hall application procedure. Before the orientation, he showed me around campus and showed me the lecture spaces. “I wish I had someone to show me around when I first arrived at school; I would not have missed my first day of class,” he added, and I smiled the entire time. It was simply lovely to be near him. During my first year, he was quite kind to me. He told me he was going to the store to get some food for me. During my first year, I didn’t cook much because he was often purchasing meals and calling me to his hostel to eat. I couldn’t read him at the moment. I wasn’t sure if he was simply being polite and treating me like his younger sister, or if he was interested in dating me. But I went along with it anyhow.

He accompanied me to the Hall Weeks and several off-campus parties, and he was always protective of me. When guys were attempting to get to know me, he gave them this strange stare. “You’re still too young to date,” he’ll always remark. “Pay attention to your books,” he said, and I just smiled. He became preoccupied with his project work in his last year, so I didn’t see him every day. He would, however, call and check on me. I came close to telling him how I felt countless times. But I was afraid it would ruin our friendship. I didn’t want to push him away from me. We weren’t particularly close when he came to my place for after-school classes. He had grown close to me on campus, and I didn’t want anything to ruin it. He’s the guy, so if he’s interested, he’ll tell me. That’s what I assumed, so I just continued with our daily calls. He never flirted with me or commented on my appearance. We talked about typical things, yet it felt more like a sibling bond.

My roommate’s boyfriend’s name was Samuel. He used to come in and say hello to all of us in the room. He was a Masters student, and my roommate was a 400 student. My roommate broke up with him during her final semester because he was a distraction to her. He’d still come into our room and tell us we had to beg her for him. He got closer to me than to the other roommates since I was resting on top of his ex, and the other roommates were mostly not in the room when he arrived, so it was me he came to meet. He began whatsapping me, and we began conversing on WhatsApp daily. Then he started flirting with me, and when I informed my roommate about it, she said she’d moved on and doesn’t care if we date or not. They finished school, but John had still not proposed to me. Meanwhile, this Master’s guy was giving me all the indications that he was about to propose. I was starting to like him at that point.

But I’ve known John for a long time and it was him I wanted. John began his national service in the school as a Teaching Assistant. He also lived on campus, giving the impression that he was still a student. He had more free time, and he liked to see me late at night to talk and wander about. Samuel was constantly vying for my attention, and it soon became apparent that I was dating these two great people. Even though none of them had proposed. I’m not sure if they were both afraid of rejection or unsure if I was worthy of dating them. However, Samuel proposed first. He came into my hall one evening and we were just wandering around and chatting when he asked, “So, if I asked you to be my girlfriend, would you say yes?” “I’m sure a lot of guys are after you by now.” I just chuckled and said nothing since he said it as if it were a joke. But then he added. “I’m serious, and I need an answer from you,” I said as I glanced at him. He appeals to me differently than John does. Samuel is quite amusing, and I feel very comfortable around him. He does not chastise me like his younger sister, and he is not the sort to tell me flatly to go read my books. He has creative ways of getting me to study. He can call and say he’ll be in the reading room at 7 p.m., so I should come and we can study. So I accepted his proposal, and he was overjoyed.

Three days later, while chatting, John mentioned that he wasn’t feeling well, so I went to see him in his room. When I arrived, he was sick with malaria and shivering. I hadn’t told him I was in a relationship yet. “Sarah, I truly like you,” he stated as we were talking. I’ve liked you for a long time but didn’t know how to tell you because you were like a sister to me at first, but now I have feelings for you and wish we could date.” I remained quiet for a while. This is a person I’ve been wanting for years, and he’s proposing to me just a few days after I accepted another guy’s proposal. If he had proposed sooner, I would have easily said yes. But I’m currently befuddled. Samuel has been kind to me, and I am growing fond of him. John is someone I’ve always admired. As a result, I told John the truth. I told him how much I adored him and how long I had been waiting for him to propose. Then I told him Samuel proposed to me, and I accepted. He recognizes Samuel as my friend. Then I added that Samuel’s proposal is still new, so he should allow me some time to determine who I want to be in a relationship with once and for all.

Please give me some advice. My main issue with John is that he treats me as if I were a younger sister. ” Sarah, go study.” Sarah does not follow her buddies.” I feel like a child when he gives me those advices. I’m not sure if he’ll modify his communication style if I choose him. Samuel never does that to me. Samuel is 5 years older than me, but he treats me as if we are equals and lavishes me with love. I can say that my feelings for Samuel are growing stronger as I develop, and I’m not sure if I should keep my relationship with him or return to John, who has always been my crush. Please help me make a decision. PS: Samuel is unaware of my long-standing acquaintance with John, but John is aware of Samuel. (The names used in the story are not the genuine names of the people involved.)

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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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