She was looking for a job. She was desperate. Two years after service she hadn’t done anything meaningful when it came to work. I had a well-connected friend. I begged him to help my girlfriend. He was reluctant. I promised to pay him. I pushed him around the corners, palm in palm asking him to help. Finally, he asked for her CV. I didn’t have it so I connected him with my girlfriend so they take it from there.

They were talking. They were meeting. He gave her interview opportunities of which I was aware but when my friend started sleeping with my girlfriend, I didn’t see it coming. I found out from my friend’s phone. I was with him one late evening when my girlfriend called him. Her picture was displayed on his iPhone. Before he could hide his screen, I’d already seen it.

I followed it up from my girlfriend’s phone. That was when I found out that they started having an affair just a week after introducing them. They had been intimate. Severally. They talked about it freely. They discussed me often. It was an insult, the way they talked about me.

I loved my girlfriend. I talked to her about it and she confessed that she did it because of the job he was helping her to get. She asked for forgiveness and promised not to do it again.

I confronted my friend. He denied the affair even when I’d shown him evidence. I asked him to stop helping and begged him to stay away from my girlfriend.

I forgave my girlfriend and started the healing process. It was tough but the toughest about the whole thing was when I found out that they didn’t stop seeing each other.

My girlfriend had a job. She told me the job had nothing to do with my friend. She lied. She got the job through him. When I reacted she called me insecure and broke up with me. Currently, she’s seeing my friend. All my other friends know about it and they tease me very often.

You Can’t Ask What A Woman Uses Her Money For | Chat & Chuckles Podcast | EP 3

I will never go all out to help a woman. You put yourself down for their good and they step on your back, break your spine and act entitled; “If I don’t break it, who will?”

Herrrh Adelaide (He provided the full name and Facebook link of the lady but we decided to change the name) may my pain be the reason you suffer and I’m grateful to God for creating a place called hell for people like you.

— Vyper

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