In university, I dated this girl. I’d never loved someone as much as I did her. But there were some things she did that I didn’t think were cool. The girl is all right. Like, really fine. Guys used to pay a lot of attention to her. I’m not jealous, but she might flirt with the boys without telling them she has a boyfriend. When I ask her, she uses the defence that the men merely talked to her and haven’t stated anything about dating her. It was difficult for me, but I tried and broke up with her, and we parted ways. I erased her contacts and unfriended and unfollowed her on all social media platforms. I’m the sort of person who bans ex-partners because I don’t want to see anything that would make me regret the breakup. She began spreading stories about me to her friends in college, but I let them believe whatever they wanted.
So, fast forward 6 years. I acquired a decent government position thanks to connections from a family friend. I started working with this person on the same day. We became pals and are dear friends to this day. When he first started dating, he informed me about it and said he hopes this female will be his final stop. I understand him when he talks about settling down all the time. He’s 34, so that makes sense. I’m 28 and not too young, but marriage is not my goal. I’m always looking for money. So my father was always talking about this girl and promising to marry her in 2023. Meanwhile, they hadn’t even been dating for a year. He gave me her photo and said, chale, it’s my gal ooo. I thought I’d forgotten about her, but it’s not that simple.
I’ve been thinking about her since he showed me her photos. Nothing I attempt to do to forget about her work. I was sorry about splitting up with her, but I kept my cool with my friend and haven’t told him anything. One weak moment, I decided to check her Instagram, and I spent the entire night scrolling through her photos and reminiscing about our past. Then I texted her. I informed her that the person she was seeing is a good friend of mine, but I still have feelings for her. She stated that she does not love my friend as much as she does me. We began talking late at night every day. Then we started filming stuff. Then she approached me for shuperu. I have not informed my pal. I’m afraid I can’t tell him. I’m pressuring the girl to end her relationship with him gently so as not to raise any complications. My coworker is always mentioning her to me. He now refers to her as his future bride.
He hasn’t proposed marriage to her, but he has informed me that he is planning to do so. The girl, too, isn’t breaking up with him, and I’m caught in the thick of it all. I’ve been refusing to sleep with her for a week now, despite the fact that I’m dying too. I’m sorry for what we’re doing. I know that real paddies don’t do that. That’s why I’m sad. If it hadn’t been for the job, I would have left Cape to reside in another city to avoid this situation. But I can’t relocate because of my employment. The female just loves shuperu with me, but she appreciates the commitment my friend is making to her. The dude looks after her and buys her things. He is always thinking about her. The chick is teasing both of us. He receives money and I get closeness from him. She stated that I am superior to him. I’m trying to be a good friend by stopping what I’m doing with her.
Even if I stop eating her, I don’t think she’d make a good wife for my guy. He’ll marry her, and she’ll cheat behind his back. It’s exactly how she acted while we were dating. The only difference now is that I’m the person with whom she’s cheating on my friend. How can I finally get rid of the girl? Not just for myself, but also for my father. I can’t tell him the truth, but I want to keep them apart. My friend is too wonderful for this type of chick. When he showed me her picture, I should have informed him she was my ex. But now that he’s introduced us and we’ve pretended we don’t know each other, I can’t tell her. He’ll cut me off if he finds out about this. That is also not acceptable. What should I do?
Source: Anonymous Confessions
