We met in Dubai. We were working at the same company, but in different departments. Because of him, my male friends started becoming distant from me. They were no longer comfortable doing the things they had always done, like holding my hand or being playful around me, because somehow, it always became an issue with him.

On top of that, he was stingy. No gifts. No money. No surprises. No dates. Nothing.

My friends didn’t like him because of how protective he was. They also couldn’t understand why I was the one paying for almost everything and buying him gifts. But honestly, I liked him, so I didn’t think too much about it. Giving is my love language, and I have always been that kind of person. I had a good job, I was comfortable taking care of myself, and I wasn’t expecting much from him. Besides that, the man was clearly going through a tough period, so I gave him grace.

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Then he moved back to Ghana. Watching him leave was not easy because, in my mind, the relationship was coming to an end. As I cried at the airport, I wasn’t just crying because he was leaving. I was crying because I knew heartbreak was waiting for me.

Before he left, he promised me that he would do everything possible to marry me. I didn’t believe him. Why? I watched my mother lose herself in marriage. It was painful to watch. I saw how much she sacrificed and how much of herself she gave up, and it made me afraid of marriage. I developed trust issues, so anytime I noticed a relationship changing or going in the wrong direction, my first instinct was to leave before I got hurt.

About a month after he moved back to Ghana, things started changing between us. We hardly talked anymore. Anytime I called, he was either in a meeting or busy with something. Our conversations became shorter, and the relationship started feeling like it was going back and forth.

I even thought about talking to someone else, but honestly, I didn’t have the strength to start another relationship from the beginning.

Just when I had started thinking about forgetting him, something happened.

One evening, he showed up in front of my door in Dubai. He said he had come for his wife.

One day, I was meeting his family over a video call. Before I knew it, both our families were meeting in person, hugging each other, and talking about our future together.

I had the wedding I always dreamed about. From my gown, to the colours, to the venue, to the honeymoon destination, everything I had imagined came to life. He paid for everything. He gave me money to buy everything on the list. I secretly added my own money, but he found a way to return it to me.

We had family drama, plenty of stress, and moments that almost broke us while preparing for the wedding, but God saw us through everything. In the end, he gave me the wedding I had always prayed for.

Years later, I am a very happy wife. My marriage is everything I once thought I would never have. He gives me love, peace, security, kindness, and so much more. He gives me the things I once feared I would never experience: a marriage filled with love, unlike what I witnessed growing up.

And I still enjoy buying things for him too, even though that is about the only time he will allow me to spend money on him.

Sometimes, I sit and wonder, what if I had walked away because he couldn’t afford to take me on dates? What if I had listened to everyone who told me to leave?

Meanwhile, he was just a broken man trying to put his life back together after his own mother had betrayed him for nine years. It turned out his mother had been lying to him about building a house for him in Ghana during his early years in Dubai. So he faithfully sent her money all those years. Later, he discovered that there was no house, no land, and nothing to show for all the money he had sent. She had spent everything.

That kind of betrayal is not something a person recovers from overnight.

It explained why he was the way he was, why he struggled with money, and why he always looked like he was carrying the world’s problems on his head.

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When I didn’t even know the demons he was fighting, I loved him, and I will continue to do so. I know I made the right choice.

And every single day, he reminds me why. Today, I celebrate him, my husband. Thank you so much for your love.

—Wife
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