My boyfriend is a student teacher preparing for his licensing exams, and I’m also a student. We’ve been dating for a year now, but things haven’t been going well.

Six months into the relationship, he came to visit and gave me his phone to watch TikTok. While I was scrolling, a message popped up. I couldn’t read it clearly, but he quickly snatched the phone and deleted all the messages. The number wasn’t even saved. I asked if he was cheating, and he strongly denied it. But my instincts told me something was off. I gave him attitude after he left, and later he confessed that the lady had been pushing herself on him. It wasn’t easy, but he apologised, and I forgave him.

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Then around July, his behaviour changed. He stopped talking to me the way he used to. When I called, he gave excuses. I texted him, saying I didn’t like how he was treating me. He replied, “I don’t like talking like that, either. Maybe it’s because I trained with constant communication; that’s why you feel like I don’t give you time.” I was shocked. This was someone who used to call me regularly. I respected myself and gave him space. Eventually, he came back to apologise, saying that during their sports week, a girl from another school was all over him, and people thought she was his girlfriend. He also admitted that he had been chatting with a lady on Facebook who said she liked him. He didn’t tell her he was in a relationship. That hurt deeply, especially coming from someone who didn’t want me talking to male friends.

The third incident happened just last week on Thursday. We spoke on Wednesday, and he said I should call him during my midnight prayers because he wanted to get closer to God. That evening, I called to inform him I’d be calling at midnight. He said, “Don’t call Wai; I’m so tired.” I persuaded him a bit, and he reluctantly said, “You can call.” When the prayers started, I didn’t want to disturb him, but something kept prompting me to call. I finally did, and when he picked up, he was clearly busy. I didn’t say a word; I just hung up.

That was the moment I told myself I wouldn’t allow myself to be disrespected again. I ended the relationship.

The next morning around 8 am, he texted, saying it was his junior who had called him, not a girl. He claimed he had called the guy earlier to ask for a calculator, and the guy returned the call just before mine came in. I knew he was lying. I asked him to send me the call history, and he said he couldn’t find it. We kept going back and forth.

On Saturday evening, I went for my usual prayers. That night, some pastors from Accra had been invited. It was my first time meeting them. After the prayers, my friend and I were waiting for others to finish their consultations. While we were chatting, one of the pastors approached us, greeted us, and asked about our well-being. Then he looked directly at me and said, “You have trust issues in your relationship.” I was stunned because I hadn’t been thinking about my relationship at all. I said, “Yes, it’s true.” He told me, “God wants you to leave that relationship and focus on Him. He will direct your steps.” He asked me to think and pray about it.

I’ve been reflecting on everything: the relationship and the prophecy. On Sunday, my boyfriend finally confessed that it was a lady he had been talking to, not a guy. I told him I was no longer interested in the relationship.

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Since then, he’s been flooding my phone with messages, pleading that he can’t live without me. He’s given my number to his friends to call and apologize on his behalf. He’s sent crying voice notes. I’ve told him several times that I’ve forgiven him, but I can’t date him again. Today, he said he feels like unaliving himself. I reminded him of all the sacrifices his family made to get him this far and that if he wants to throw it all away because of his deceitful lifestyle, then he has a serious problem.

Honestly, I don’t feel pain or discomfort anymore. He’ll soon ‘chop’ block with his friends.

—Comfort

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