He Tried To Take It On My Sister After I Broke Up With Him

I had a boyfriend called Peter. He was everything I needed in a man. He was loving, caring, god-fearing, kind, and funny. He loved me to the moon and back. I loved him too. Our relationship was all about partnership. I made sacrifices for him just as much as he made sacrifices for me. And to top it all, his shuperu game was mind-blowing. I was too happy with him to pay attention to anyone else.

While we were still together I met Paa. He tried to come between us but Peter and I had created a bond over the years that no one could break. Paa would tell me, “I know you love your boyfriend but have you considered that I might be the better man for you? I will treat you like a queen and give you all the love you never thought you were missing.” I found his attempts at winning my affection so cheesy that I often laughed. But I made sure to let him know that what I felt for Peter left no room for me to harbour amorous feelings toward him or any other man. It was just Peter for me. Eventually, he got my message and agreed to be my friend.

Unfortunately, Peter and I broke up. Nothing happened. We just drifted apart. We both fought hard to hold on but I suppose we weren’t meant to be. After him, I met other people and fell in love one or two times but none of them worked out. Through it all, Paa was still lurking in the shadows. He would come to me with his heart in his hand, “Now that things have gone bad between you and your one true love, Peter, why don’t you give me a chance? Aren’t you curious to explore what could happen between us? I could be your forever love.”

Initially, I didn’t see things his way. But after a few more failed relationships, I thought, “Maybe things are not working out because I am looking for love in the wrong places. What if the man I am supposed to end up with has been right under my nose all this while? Perhaps, Paa is my man. I will never find out if I don’t give him a chance.” So I finally said yes to him and we started dating.

Boy! Paa was nothing like I expected. Due to work schedules, I only went to his place on weekends. And I noticed that he was always distant whenever I was away for work. I could send him messages but he wouldn’t reply, although he always had his phone in hand and was almost always online. When I struck luck and he decided to reply to my texts, he chose which of the messages to reply to, and his responses were always short. He only became nice and clingy when I went to spend the weekends with him. On two occasions, we scheduled meetings and he did not have an iota of decency to call that he would not show up. He just stood me up. That was when I started opening my eyes.

I went to his place one weekend and saw a huge pot of groundnut soup in his freezer. For someone who had a very busy schedule and lived alone, there was no way he could prepare that pot of soup. Let me put it this way, the soup looked feminine. It had a woman’s touch all over it. And it looked like the soup had been in the freezer for a long time. I kept quiet about it and continued fishing things out for myself.

That weekend, I spotted an unopened pack of condoms on his bedside table. I did not let him know I had seen it. The next weekend, I went to his place only to find a broken artificial nail and strands of hair on his bed sheets. Wow! I went to check on the pack of condoms I saw the last time and it had been opened. It looked like he had used one. I confronted him and he started acting funny. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” he said. He almost made it look as if I was making baseless accusations against him.

When he saw that I was hurt by his behaviour, he had the guts to tell me; “Why are you making mountains out of molehills? My dear, life is too short for you to be stressing over these things. Let it go.” I had planned to spend the weekend with him, but after what happened, I spent just a night there and went home. I did not hear from him again that day.  He didn’t even call or text to find out if I got home safely. It was the next day that he called. He asked, “Can you make time for us to meet today? There are a few things I want us to talk about.” I got dressed and waited for what felt like an eternity, but he never showed up.

When I got tired of waiting, I sent him a message asking where he was, only for him to tell me he won’t make it. “Why?” “It’s because you were giving me attitude when I requested that we meet.” Saying that I felt disgusted at him is an understatement. I couldn’t fathom why he could not tell me he wouldn’t come. If I hadn’t sent him a message, I would have turned into a pillar of salt waiting for him. That was it for me. I said to myself, “This relationship is over.”

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Our relationship lasted less than two months. Days later, he started sending me messages on Whatsapp to ask how I was faring. I just smiled, read the messages without replying and minded my business. He kept sending messages and commenting on my status but I did not mind him. Eventually, I blocked him. Weeks later, this shameless guy found my sister on Facebook and proposed love to her. It isn’t that he did not know we were related. He knew everybody in my nuclear family except my brother. So he was fully aware of what he was doing when he reached out to my sister.

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My sister on the other hand did not know I had dated Paa so she told me about their first date. He wanted to take my sister to his place and possibly sleep with her. But she did not go. He started saying rot about me to her. He commented on how I had gained weight and was looking awful. He had plans to even go to Accra with her for a business meeting. The whole time he was talking to my sister and making plans with her, he was sending me messages and I was ignoring him.

My sister blocked him on WhatsApp and Facebook after I told her everything that happened between us. We have not heard from him again but I’m sure he’s out there, sowing his wild oats and thinking himself a player. With my experience and a number of stories shared on this platform, I can boldly say that the longer a man chases you, the trashier he turns out.