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My mom is forcing me to marry a rich man but I’m pregnant for a guy who pounds fufu for a living

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Hello. Please advise me on what I should do in this case. I attend one of the country’s technical universities. My father is often late, and my mother operates a chophouse. That is how my mother has managed to care for all three of us since my father died 12 years ago. I’m the first child and am 19 years old. My mother often says that she can’t wait for me to marry a wealthy guy so that I won’t have to suffer as she does. I’m not sure why, but money has never moved me. It’s not because I’m telling my tale and want to seem reasonable, but money doesn’t impact me similarly. I am more of a quiet person, and some things do not affect me in the same way. My mother’s demeanour deteriorated more. She even encouraged one of my late father’s friends to pursue me. This man has known me since I was a youngster, and he constantly refers to me as his wife. I didn’t enjoy it when I was younger.

I began to avoid him. When school is out and I go home, my mother will contact this man and pretend to check on him, then she will notify him that ‘his wife’ has arrived for vacation. He’ll come to see us and bring us gifts within a week. He’ll tell me to come to sit on his lap, which I’ve been rejecting. When it came to the point when he came to our house, I would leave until my brother called to tell me that he had departed. My mother and I got into a fight over how I’ve been avoiding the man. He has six children from three separate women, none of whom he has married. He is wealthy, though, and I believe my mother is being unjust to me by attempting to force the man to marry me. I’ll never be satisfied with him. I was arguing with my mother, and in the heat of the moment, I told her she should marry him because she is unmarried.

My mother informed all of her sisters about this, and I had to apologise to her in front of them all. During my vacation, I began assisting my mother at her chop bar and formed a connection with one of the guys who pound fufu. I don’t have such buddies, thus he became my sole buddy. I began paying him visits, and we had sx. It was my first experience. We began dating after that event and have been doing so often without my mother’s knowledge. I’m aware that I haven’t had sx with other males to compare it to. However, he is incredibly powerful in bed and can continue for at least an hour before he is finished. Some of my classmates complain that their boyfriends can’t get them to climax and that others only last a few minutes. I’ve somehow fallen in love with him. He hits the correct points, and I vibrate in bed.

Because of him, I now understand why some of my classmates are addicted to s*x. It’s becoming more impossible for me to go a day without it. My partner graduated from SHS but was unable to continue his studies owing to unforeseen circumstances. He doesn’t have much, but he’s the one I’m in love with, and I want us to start a family together. We have begun making plans and saving money together. We are in a good place right now and don’t want anything to come between us. My mother contacted me one weekend when I was at school and asked me to come home the next day, which was a Sunday. I went. We had just arrived when this man came to see us. He stated that he is quite familiar with my mother, that he has divorced his wife, and that he is seeking a serious-minded woman to marry. I informed him that I was still in school and that he was too old for me. My mother said that I had insulted the man.

When the man left, I informed my mother that I was dating someone four years my senior and that we were in love. When I informed her, she questioned whether he came from a wealthy family. No, I told her. My mum advised me to end my relationship with him. She is unaware that I am dating one of her employees. We attempted to act normal at the chophouse. I recently discovered that I am pregnant. I’m terrified about having an abortion. My partner suggested that we simply flee. His family lives in another location, and his brother has promised to get him to work in one of his stores. He advised me to postpone my course and continue later. I adore this man to the point that I will lie down for him to walk on me. He is my first true connection and true love, and I don’t want to lose him. The strain he is placing on me is increasing. He resides in an Accra kiosk. This is where we’ve been meeting. He wants to leave Accra and return to his family because his rent is due in less than a month.

He assured me that his mother would look after me and that she would be delighted to have a grandchild. My mother is also pressuring me to marry a wealthy elderly man, which I don’t understand. Many students postpone their university education. I may resume whenever I want. Should I trust him and follow him? I’m not sure what I’ll do if he abandons me because of this, especially since I’m pregnant. I can’t picture my life without him. Please assist me.

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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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