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When I met Laryea, he didn’t have a job but he had a way of communicating his dreams clearly. He didn’t have what it took to be a man but it looked like he was building a ship to save humanity from a flood. He was always busy doing something, saying something or looking for something. I wasn’t sure about him but decided to give him a chance. He took me home to meet his mom. He had lost his dad long ago.

His mom loved me right from the word go. She cooked for me and told me her doors were open at any time for me. Not long afterwards, she fell sick. Laryea didn’t have much. His other siblings had travelled out of town and were not bringing anything to help with their mom’s healthcare. I took it upon myself to care for the woman financially because she had been my mom since day one.

I was with her at the hospital. When she was discharged, I brought her home, cooked for her and spent my weekend with her. We built a solid friendship outside the relationship I had with her son. She told me the best decision her son had ever made was me and would ensure we got married. I knew we were going to get married because Laryea was all I knew and was everything I wanted in a man.

He had a job that made him busier. He didn’t have much time for me but I understood him. Just around that time, the guy he said was a half-cast came into the picture. I was the same person who told him about the guy the very first day I met him. It was true, he was interested in me. I was the same person who told Laryea the guy was interested in me. All of a sudden, he started feeling small and started micromanaging me.

The guy wasn’t even in town. He came around to work and would go and come back later. I won’t deny we were talking but there was nothing going on between us. I never visited his place and didn’t allow him to visit me. Whenever we met, it was him taking me out or maybe bumping into each other around town.

Anytime the half-cast was around town, Laryea made him our problem. He broke up with me once because I went out with the guy. When we got back together again, I promised never to see or talk to the guy again and I did. But he didn’t believe me. When he called and it was call waiting, he said I was talking to the half-cast guy. When he visited and I wasn’t home, I was with the half-cast. Every time his mother had to come in to resolve our issues.

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One evening, I was with him at my place when the half-cast called out of the blue. We had finished making love and were lying in bed when the call came through. Immediately he saw the call, he jumped out of bed, dressed up and stormed out of my room. That day was the end of our relationship. Nothing I said made sense. His mom came in, my parents stooped low to beg a boyfriend to come back into my life but according to him, he had seen and heard enough so it was over.

When I told him about the pregnancy, he blocked me and even placed a curse on me that if I stand anywhere and call him the father, thunder should strike me. When I kept pushing and asking him to reason with me, he mellowed, only to tell me later to abort it. “If you say the baby is mine, then we can’t have it at this time.  Let it go so we can resolve our issues and try again.”

I listened to him and was ready to do it because he made me believe we were back together again. When I met the doctor, he advised me to have the child because of the position of my fibroid and future implications. When I told him what the doctor said, he flared up and went back to being angry again. He said the pregnancy wasn’t his but I was pushing it on his head.

I gave birth to a boy. His mother was with me through it all until I went into labour. When the baby was born, he refused to see us, saying he wasn’t responsible. By that time, he had started seeing a woman called Ann. She was the first girl I drove away. Yes, his mom told me about the lady’s presence so I carried my baby to his place to drive the girl away. In his story, he said the baby was six months old. He wasn’t. He was only two months old.

He disgraced me in front of the lady, calling me ashawo and that I was bringing someone’s child to him. I was hurt because he had been on that tangent since pregnancy. I told him, “Let’s do a DNA. If you’re not the father, that will settle it.”

We all went to the facility together to do it. I paid the for DNA with my own money. He didn’t pay a pesewa. Even when the DNA proved that he was the father, he told me I’d connived with the facility to push the child on him. That day I asked him to go to the shrine with me so we place curses on each other and see who would die. His mom cried every day because of this issue. Her health deteriorated but he didn’t care.

He moved out of their house without telling his mother. His mother got to know through a relative but in his story, he said he took his mother there. Such a big liar. He said his mother was giving me information so there was no way he was taking her to his house. Later when his mother got to know about his place, of course, she informed me and we went there together. He was already building another relationship.

It wasn’t my intention to destroy that relationship. I only went there to ask him to pay child support. But in the process, his girlfriend left him. He wouldn’t tell them the truth that he had a child so once they got to know he had a child, they fled. How was that my fault?

One day he came home, telling my parents that he wanted to take our son away. A child he barely contributed to his upkeep. By that time he had met his now wife and they were planning marriage. The woman had money so the house he said he moved to that his mother didn’t know was given to him by the lady. It was the lady’s father’s house. When he realized the lady was rich and could marry her, he told her the truth about me and the child.

I think it was the lady who advised him to come for our son. I didn’t allow it so the issue went to court. All of a sudden, a nobody Laryea had enough to afford a lawyer and court money but I won the custody of the child and the amount was stipulated for him to pay monthly as child support. He was also asked to pay my rent.

Every month, his girlfriend, now wife, would send the money and call to ask me if I’d received the money. That annoyed me, to be honest, so I called him and asked him to stop his girlfriend from giving me the money; “She’s not the father of our child and I don’t want her to call my line so stop dealing with me through her.” Of course, he didn’t listen so I blocked his girlfriend. She also stopped sending money.

One day, I woke up and heard they were going to get married. Even his mom didn’t know anything about the marriage. Because of her love for me, his girlfriend advised him to cut his mother off and he listened. He did things through his hungry uncle who’ll do everything as far as money was involved. All through that period, her mom didn’t know where he was living. He would visit once in a blue moon and hand over something to her but largely, I was the one taking care of his mother.

When I heard of their wedding, he hadn’t paid child support for close to a year and hadn’t paid my rent as specified. That was why I called to tell him I would give him a showdown. Yes, I told him to do his wedding in space if he didn’t want my presence. Days later, he sent people to come and meet me. He didn’t come but sent his wife-to-be to represent him. I felt disrespected. I felt he wasn’t remorseful about the offence he had sent delegates to work on. I called him right there and he insulted me on the phone.

The money we asked him to pay wasn’t money for ‘pushing’ as he stated in his story. I didn’t want anything from him. What he was asked to pay was what he owed in child support and rent. Why was there the need to push me when we hadn’t been together for years? He was owing me that much and I demanded that much from him.

Again, his wife-to-be made the half payment and promised to pay the rest in a couple of months.  The date they gave us for the payment came to pass but we didn’t hear from them. I personally called his phone to make enquiries but it was his wife-to-be who picked up his call. I asked to speak to Laryea and she had the audacity to tell me, “If you want to see Laryea and you meet me, you’ve seen Laryea.”

I cut the call and sent a message later, warning him to pay my money if he didn’t want to see me at their wedding. I don’t know who responded to the message but the response that came was, “I don’t have any money for you. Do your worst.”

So I did my worst on their wedding day.

He knew I was coming so he placed his friends at the gate to stop me. They were the people who caused the mess up right from the start. When I got there, I didn’t even know the pastor had asked that question. I got to the gate and they were trying to stop me from entering the church. I fought them and they started manhandling me. So I started screaming. It was my scream that drew the attention of the church.

I wasn’t sure what I was going to do when I was going there. Maybe, I would have done something or maybe I would have been too scared to do it but they pushed me to the wall so I fought back. I didn’t ask for the microphone to speak. I wasn’t even allowed to enter the church. When we got to the mission house, I refused to talk because there was no need to. His wife crying also broke my heart. She was acting tough and all, I didn’t know something could break her.

After the wedding, they came at me. His mother was not spared. I received threats everywhere I went, even at my workplace. Not long afterwards, I lost my job mysteriously. I won’t say they were responsible or what happened at their wedding played a part but it was mysterious how I lost my job. Covid happened and things became very hard for me and the kid. That was when they filed for custody of the child.

They won but I was given access too, which I explore every day. The boy is in a good school than I can afford. He’s in good hands because both he and his wife have been good parents. Over the years, the relationship between me and his wife has been better. We plan birthdays together and when she couldn’t be there for my son, she calls to tell me so I take over.

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I was shocked When I saw this story after everything we’ve been through to this point. I know he hasn’t gotten over what happened because, to date, he doesn’t talk to me. I have to go through his wife for everything and I don’t complain because his wife, regardless of everything that happened, has been reasonable with me.

He said I don’t have a job. He’s not updated about the current affairs of my life. I have a job. And he says I’m not able to marry because of what happened? That’s the most laughable joke I’ve ever heard in my life. Does he know the kind of men who are after me? Even his own old friends have approached me. I’m not married yet because I’m being careful not to meet a man like his type again. I can marry tomorrow but I won’t do it just to please society and suffer later.

— Jane

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