Martin wasn’t working when we met. I fell in love with him because he was educated and had big dreams for himself. When everyone said it wasn’t going to work, I told them, “He’s a graduate. He will find a job soon and all will be well.”

For two years I took care of him and even extended it to his family. I even paid the fees for his brother who was in school. During those years he always said something like, “God brought you into my life. Immediately I get a job, I’m marrying you.” Or “Next year by this time, we will be married. I can feel it in my spirit that a breakthrough is coming.”

When he had interviews in faraway places, I gave him money. Sometimes he had to spend a night before the day of the interview. I paid his hotel bills too. God listened to our prayers and he had a job. It was a well-paying job. They even gave him accommodation. I waited until a year later before asking him, “So what next? When are we getting married?”

He answered, “Hmmm, I’m not sure. There is so much to do. Let me finish them before we think about marriage.”

Another year, I asked the same question and he said, “What’s wrong with the way we are? Is anybody complaining?”

I advised myself. When I told him I was leaving the relationship, he said, “If only it would make you happy.” I nodded and told myself, “That’s the price you pay when you don’t listen.”

A  year later, I met Elvis. We got married before our relationship was a year old.

I met Martin a few months later. He didn’t look like the man he was when I was leaving him. We talked. He apologized for what he did to me. He said, “I’m going through things because of the way I treated you. Forgive me.”

This is what happened…

When I left him, he got a new job that promised a better salary and allowances so he resigned from the job he was doing. He went to his new role only to realize things were not the way it was painted to him. He fought the hierarchy until he was sacked. Back to square one and now looking for a way out of the wormhole. He calls for assistance once in a while. I try for him but I can’t do it all and he knows that.    

—Anna

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