If you haven’t read the first part of this story, here’s the link. Kindly read it before starting this one.

I sent the story a month ago when I’d had a heated argument with my girlfriend about cooking. She was calm but I was loud. I was the one who was feeling the heat of her actions. I wanted her to do it by all means but she kept giving me one excuse or the other. It was in the heat of the moment that I sent the story a month ago.

I must admit, I didn’t tell the whole story. When the story wasn’t published within days later, I thought it wasn’t going to be published so I closed my mind. This morning my girlfriend sent me a screenshot of the story and asked me, “Be honest, you’re the one who sent this story, right?”

I wanted to deny it but there were too many details to say I wasn’t the one. I asked, “Why do you think I’m the one who sent the story?” She responded, “Don’t add this to all the lies you’ve told me. Just be honest for once.”

I told her the truth. “I sent it but I sent it long ago. The day we argued.”

She was online but she didn’t respond to my messages. I called her phone but she didn’t pick up. Later in the day, she sent a voice note; “The whole world is telling you to leave me because I’m a red flag. That’s ok. It ends here. I will come home this evening to take everything I have at your place. Look for a cook, since you can’t live without home-cooked food.”

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Knowing Adjoa, she wouldn’t have taken such a drastic decision if it was only about the story. We’ve had a lot of challenges since the day I sent the story. All these challenges are unrelated to cooking or her inability to cook for me. Most of them are my fault. I apologized and was forgiven. Our relationship was hanging on a thread of doubt until this one snapped the thread into two.

My heart was racing. We’d been through a lot but never did she tell me it was over. The story I shared became the last straw that drowned our relationship. I apologized and asked her to hear me out on the issue. She wasn’t ready. She didn’t even pick up my calls after the voice notes. Because I didn’t want her to come for her things, I left the house in the evening. She called when she got there and I wasn’t there.

“Adjoa, please be patient and let’s talk about this,” I pleaded. She responded, “What’s there to talk about when your advisors are telling you to leave me? Wasn’t the reason you sent the story? To get advice from people?”

When we met in town, she handed over two bags to me and said, “Here are your things. Can we go so I get mine?”

I calmed her down. We sat and we talked. I explained the reasons to her. She wasn’t paying attention. I pleaded with her to let things go. She still insisted it was over. I gave her my word that the cooking issue was no longer a pressing issue. She shook her head and screamed, “If you want to tell a story, at least you should tell a whole story.”

According to her, I intentionally left the part where she paid for the food she ordered for us just to paint her black. Just to make it look like she was wasting my money. That wasn’t my intention. I didn’t add that part because I thought it wasn’t important to the story. But looking back, I should have so readers would know she didn’t leave all the responsibilities to me.

When my friends came over and she ordered the food, she paid with her own money. We agreed I was going to refund but I paid half and ignored the half. According to her, I should have added that to the story too. I’ve added it now, hoping this will change her mind about leaving me. I meant no malice with that story. I genuinely wanted a way I could resolve it before we reached the point where marriage would be the next step.

After the discussion that night, she still insisted it was over but after a long persuasion, we agreed to correct the impression I made with the first story. So here I am telling you the whole story.

As I indicated in the first story, she ticks all the boxes for me. She has all the qualities every man will need in a woman. The cooking issue is no longer a problem. The two of us had a discussion and reached an agreement before the story was published.

Adjoa has been supportive from day one. And I’m not saying this because of what’s happening. It’s the truth and she knows it. It was a blip I sought to correct but it leaked over the issues and I’m sorry about it.

I don’t know what she will say after reading this update. I don’t know if I’ve said enough to convince her to change her mind but let me ask this favour from you reading this, kindly add your voice and plead on my behalf. I don’t want to lose her. I want her to know how sorry I am for creating the wrong impression. It won’t happen again. From now onwards,  I will seek internal redress to issues before going out there.

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Adjoa, I know you think I’m one of those men who run to their mothers when issues arise in their marriage. I’m not like that and you know it. I’ve always sought to address issues with you and that won’t change. I won’t share our problems with my friends and won’t do that with my family either. It’s going to be us and us alone. Kindly forgive this blip and let’s continue to build what we’ve started.

I hope you’ll call me after reading this and we will go back to being the couple we used to be when all is said and done. Thanks for the opportunity to love you. We’ll be fine, I promise you.

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