When I started dating Michelle, she was wearing waist beads. I loved it. I even played with it when I had the chance. Along the line, she removed it. I was like, “What happened?” She told me it got old and tight so she had to remove it

I got her a new one from a female friend who made beads. She saw it and was very happy about it. She even gave me a kiss for buying such a beautiful thing for her. She wore it right in front of me and even made jokes about it.

It wasn’t consistent, the way she wore it. Today she’ll wear it. Tomorrow it would be off her waist. It was off more often than it was on. I asked what was going on. She told me she removes them at night and usually forgot to put them on in the morning.

I knew something was wrong somewhere because she never took off the old one. Anytime I saw her without it, I asked questions. Out of frustration, she told me, “Not all men like beads so I can’t put it on every day.”

“Not all men?”

I underlined that phrase and started looking into it. I read the messages between her and her best friend and she was confessing to her friend that a man called Alex hated to see her in waist beads. She said, “He’s the one who pays oo but he always gets angry when he sees me wearing it. But Nana too, I don’t know what he has seen in beads. He asks unnecessary questions when he sees me without it.”

I woke her up and showed her the message. She said, “Thank God you know. I was looking for a way to tell you.”

It was very late in the night but she dressed up and left my house. When I asked her to return my beads, I thought she would bring them herself so we talk about the issue but she sent it through Okada. I’m broken. I know she doesn’t love the other guy but he’s using money to take her away from me. Michelle is the only woman I’ve loved truly. My family and everyone around me know her. How do I take her out of Alex’s grip? He’s only using money to destroy our relationship. I don’t believe he loves her the way I do.  Please I need help.

Call Your Ex And Ask Why It Didn’t Work Out Between You Two

We’ve come very far. Three years is not a small journey. When my parents ask me where she is, I can’t explain. My friends will laugh at me when they get to know about it. As I’m writing this, my heart is beating fast. It’s not normal. I thought what we had was unbreakable. Now look at me. Please help. I need her back into my life. She’s here. She may even read it. 

—Nana

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