I was doing his laundry when I found money in his pocket—one GHC50 note, a GHC10 note, and a GHC2 note. They were already wet, so I put them on the floor where the sun could shine on them to dry. After the laundry, I forgot about the money until a day later, when he called to ask if I’d found money in his pocket while washing.

I screamed, “Yeah, I did ooo. By now, someone might have taken it. I put them on the floor to dry and forgot about them.”

He sighed. And then sighed again. He told me, “Do you know the whole thing was a test? You’ve failed. Common GHC62 you found in my pocket, you couldn’t account for it. How can I trust that you would account for the big ones?” I asked him, “Are you playing? If this is a joke, come off it because it’s not funny. How much is GHC62 that I would steal?”

We’d dated for almost a year. Anytime I visited him on weekends, I did his laundry and cooked for him. Usually, the foodstuffs I used to cook, I bought with my own money, and he never reimbursed me. It’s love, so I let it go. And all the times I’d washed for him, I’d never found a kobo in his pocket until that day.

I told him, “Even if I’d spent it, you wouldn’t stand anywhere and call it a test of character when I’d been with you all this while and never stole from you.”

He said what I did was a red flag he wouldn’t overlook, so our relationship came to an end. I was pained. I went to his place every weekend to argue my case. One afternoon, he wanted to sleep with me. When I asked what would happen after that, he told me, “I don’t know, I’ll think about it when we’re done. It all depends on how you make me feel.”

I Was The Man In The Relationship And He Didn’t Like It

I never went there again, and he never made an attempt to reconcile. As I’m here writing this, I’m sure his current girlfriend thinks I’m a thief. I can imagine him telling this new girl that I stole his money. That’s the most painful part of my story—that I wouldn’t have the chance to defend myself in the court of his new girlfriend.

—Franka

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