I met a lady online through one of these dating platforms. Her photo had me interested in checking out my profile. Apart from his beauty, I saw that her interests aligned with mine. Her bio was interesting too. It had me interested in getting to know her more. Luckily, when I swiped right we matched. Things picked up fast on the app. I want to believe I was in a place where I wanted a companion.

We didn’t take long before exchanging contacts. From there, we started getting closer. We spoke often. If we were not having a phone call, we were texting. We were like old lovers. It was beautiful. I whispered to my heart, “This is the one.” And my heart affirmed, “Yes, she feels so right.” I was a happy man.

She came to visit me after she accepted my proposal for us to be in a relationship. I am not exaggerating when I say my babe behaved like an angel. She was so sweet. Everything about her screamed, “Wife material.” She smiled and nodded sweetly when I spoke. She was willing to cook and clean. Whatever women do when they are trying to keep a man, she did it.

I was impressed by her homely skills. I was more than certain I had met the woman I would spend the rest of my life with. Every time she came around, she had a new skill up her sleeve to show me she was worthy of being my companion. Maybe I let my loneliness take the lead and relegated discernment to the background.

I am not going to pretend that I didn’t have any part in this. Maybe if I had taken my time and gotten to know her better, I would have seen enough about her to decide if truly she was everything I dreamed of in a companion. Time, they say, reveals all truths. However, I rushed ahead of time and asked her to move in with me.

The first few days of our living together were absolute bliss. I was sure that I made the best choice. I have enough room in my house to accommodate both of us and our stuff. So we didn’t have clashes when it came to space. She took care of me like a dutiful wife.

I was riding on cloud nine until things started changing. The change happened as fast as our relationship progressed. I’m telling you, barely a month into our cohabitation I could no longer recognize her. She became something else.

Someone who presented herself as submissive is now trying to take dominion over everything in the house. If the change in her behaviour was slightly off, it would have been bearable. No, she is completely the opposite of who I thought she was. I tried to manage her like that but I couldn’t. A woman who is rowdy and chaotic is just not for me. How could she have lured me in with an angelic personality only to start exhibiting demonic traits after we moved in?

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When I decided that enough was enough, I told her, “This relationship is not working anymore. So let’s end it here. I want you to move out as soon as possible.” She became remorseful all of a sudden but I couldn’t bring myself to get back together with her. So I stood my ground on the breakup and insisted she leave my house. “That’s fine,” she conceded, “Even if you don’t want me anymore, don’t throw me out like a bad dog. Give me some time to find a new place.” She seemed sincere when she said two months was all she needed.

I believed her until she switched up the dial on the shege she was showing me. I tried to tolerate it while I comforted myself in the knowledge that she would be out of my hair soon. If only I knew how wrong I was.

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The time I gave her has expired but she has refused to leave. Oh, and she is no longer exhibiting demonic traits, no, she has turned my house into hell for me. I have confined myself to only one corner of my own house. It’s the only place I am completely separated from her.

I have no peace. She wakes up every morning and sets fire just to brew trouble for me. I don’t know how to go about this issue. I don’t want to throw her things out and throw her out in an undignified manner. On the other hand, too I am fed up with her. I don’t know how long I can keep torturing myself by having her under my roof.

— Prince

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