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Strange Things Are Happening To Me After She Aborted Our Babies And Cursed Me

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She was my school time girlfriend. I don’t even want to make myself look like a good person in my confession because I have done her wrong. We started playing with ourselves when we were very young.

Her mum sells foodstuffs in our area and she and my mum were friends, so anytime my mum takes me to buy foodstuffs from her friend’s place, I will see her and sneak into their house with her. Our children games became s*xual in nature and I started fingering her anytime we entered the house.

She liked it so much that she was always waiting for the time I will come over. Then we started doing it and she got pregnant. I can’t remember how old I was but I was around 15 years or so and we are the same age.

Our parents found out about the whole issue and they took her somewhere to get rid of the pregnancy. After that, we were stopped from seeing each other but we still found ways of meeting.

There is this school park around our area and we were meeting there to have s*x many times in the midnight. After her pregnancy we started using condoms to protect us.

Even before I was 18, I could walk into a pharmacy and buy condoms and the pharmacist didn’t say anything because I looked older than my age. But even with that, there were times we did raw because she was in her safe period and I enjoy raw a lot.

But she got pregnant again and I was so scared about the news that I accused her of not calculating the thing well. It was around that time that we run away from home and left where we were. She got a friend who introduced her to a doctor and they did an abortion for her.

The friend paid for it and I started paying her small small until I finished paying. Around this time I was 19 and I started doing any job for money. She was also working at a chop bar and at least we were getting what to eat for the day.

Around that time I got some work at a photocopy store. The owner does printing, photocopies and passport pictures and since the place was new I was able to get the job.

He was working with me and teaching me and after some time he was leaving the place for me because I learnt the job fast. Then this lady came to print her admission letter to University and we spent a long time talking about education.

I run away from home around the time I finished SHS and I have never looked back. I liked that girl from the first day she came to print her letters and she started coming over to do photocopy and all that.

I proposed to her and she accepted. All this while, my girl was with me and she didn’t know. When the University girl was going to school, she told me about it and sneaked me into her house the midnight before her departure and we had s*x.

When she left to school, the vibe died. I tried to be calling her because she will always say the school is stressful or she was busy with lectures so I stopped calling and I don’t hear from her anymore. Then my girl got pregnant again and this time she said she wanted to have the child, but I wasn’t ready.

I was still hustling and the pay I was getting from the photocopy work was not enough so I spoke to her and it wasn’t easy but she agreed to do a third abortion. So we went to the doctor who did the second one and he did it for her.

Around that time I wasn’t loving her anymore but I didn’t know how to end the relationship because of the number of abortions she has done for me and how much she loves me. She run away from home because of me and I thought about all of this so I couldn’t leave her.

I met another girl in the area I work and we started dating. My main girl found out about it because one of her friends saw me and the new girl many times and I couldn’t deny it when my girl asked me. I told her I don’t love her anymore and she started crying.

We live in a rented wooden structure and I have paid for another year. The way the whole issue was, I couldn’t sack her because it will be too wicked of me to do that. So I found a single room around where I work and rented the place for myself. One time when she left for her work at the chopbar, I packed all my things and left her.

Then like a few days later, when I closed from work, I came to meet her sitting infront of my door. That’s the new place I was renting. She stripped and rolled on the floor cursing me that I will never find happiness in this world and I will suffer until I die.

Many people came to gather and some women lifted her up and took her away. The next day, I tried to call her so that I apologise to her for all the pain I have caused her but her line was off. She has blocked me everywhere on social media.

I tried using a friend’s phone to call her and it looks like she has changed her number. She has also left Facebook and Tiktok. Like she suddenly doesn’t have any picture on social media and I used my friend’s phone to check her profile.

I have gone back to where we used to stay and they informed me she has left the place. No one knows where she has gone to. The last place to go to is her house. That’s not even in Accra. We run from Bantama to stay in Accra and if I go back and she is not there, her family will kill me.

Now I cannot sleep. Her curses are scaring me because I know she said it out of a lot of pain and sometimes these curses work if the person who said it means it.

I am really afraid and I just want to beg her that I will come back to her and have a child with her. This time, no abortion. I hope she can even see this story and know that I am not joking. I have a feeling she has created a new Facebook account so that I cannot find her and I’m just hoping that she sees this and reaches out.

I don’t know if the curse has started working already but I am not happy and I’m always borrowing money from friends. I’m just a young guy of 23 years and I want her to forgive me.

Source: Anonymous Confessions

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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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