I dated Akosua first. She studied science, came from a divorced home and a struggling background, and attended a mixed school. Because I rattled English like it was my mother tongue, she used to call me her teacher, and I was slowly building my life around her until she left me. I saw it coming anyway, because she never really liked the fact that I was rich. She later started seeing someone from my church who moved from girl to girl like a man willing to drink his life away. He broke her heart, and then still came asking me to give him my cousin. Such a nonchalant and confused person, right?

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Rita was the second girl I dated. She was awesome in her own way, and she told me times without number, “You’re my dream guy, you’re the type of guy I have been praying for.” So I did what anyone would do to keep the relationship going. I live in a big house alone, and when she came around, she would walk about touching everything and asking if I was a scammer. “Your father must be a big politician, I am sure. You politicians are stealing, see where all our tax monies are going.” That was all she talked about until we finally broke up in a rather quiet way.

Then Yaa came. I liked her from the start, so I bought from her just to get closer and asked for her number. It turned out to be her mother’s number, but I still took it anyway. After about five days of texting, I was already visiting her at home.

She said her mother didn’t like my presence the first time I left, so the next time I went, I went bearing gifts. That solved half of the problem I was going to encounter. The third time I was there, she used style to tell me to get her a phone. I didn’t mind buying it for her, I liked her.

Our talking started suffering when I accidentally met almost all her family members at different times.

I met her uncle once after her mother told me to look for her there. I went thinking I would find Yaa with him, but instead I met him and his wife sitting there. He was not happy to see me. He said he would not let me see her until I met her father. So I went.

Her father, on the other hand, had no issue with me. We talked, and he even asked me what my plans were for his daughter.

Only a few days later, Yaa’s mother called me on my phone, shouting that I had given her enemies the chance to mock her. She told me not to come around her daughter again. It turned out they are divorced and do not like each other, so anything I said on either side became a problem on the other. Even mentioning that I had brought gifts became something they used against her.

It was not my intention at all. I liked Yaa, and I tried to manage it, so I called Yaa’s father for backup, but even he told me to find someone else’s daughter because their situation was too complicated. He did not even give me a chance to prove myself worthy of her, he just dismissed me.

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So I keep asking myself, why do I keep ending up with girls who are so problematic? They all seem to have something in common, maybe struggling homes, maybe complicated family situations, and yet I still find myself there. I thought having money would make things easier, that finding and loving someone would be simpler, but instead it feels like it is making everything more complicated, something I can’t quite control.

—Julius

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