I found her when she was in the final stages of her national service. We fell in love and started making plans for the future. After her national service, she told me she wouldn’t go back home because there was nothing to pick at home. She would rather stay in Accra and look for a job. That was the beginning of our cohabitation.

I loved her but it was hard living with a woman who gave nothing but took everything from you. I was feeding her, providing shelter, paying for hair and nails and buying sanitary pads. Six months later it got to me. I got angry easily. I blamed her for everything that was wrong in my life. She kept asking why. I kept telling her to find a job and leave.

The fight turned physical one night. She broke my TV. I broke her nose. I asked her to leave. She asked me where she should go. “Home! Home where your parents will take care of you. Leave my life alone,” I screamed.

She begged for one chance. I gave her none. I told her it was over so she should leave my place. She was deviant. She stayed.

She begged me. Maybe, I should have considered her because she was a good girl. She kept the house clean. She washed and cooked. She ran errands but those weren’t enough. I expected her to contribute something financially. So her existence in the house made me angry often.

One day she said she was leaving. I wanted her to stay but she was not ready to listen. Another physical fight ensued. I screamed, “Leave. You’ll never get a man like me. Never. You’ll run back to plead but it will be too late.”

I desperately wanted her to stay though I did not know how I was going to work on myself to contain her in the house. She left. Three days later, I called to ask her to come. She told me, “I pray I never meet a man like your kind. You’re a beast.”

Two years later, I had a wedding invitation in my inbox. It was from her. She added, “This is from deep down my heart. I want to see you there.”

I quickly went on Facebook to look for the guy she was going to marry. It was easy. Their ‘save the date’ photos were plastered everywhere. Quite a wealthy man looking at the house and car they were in. I read how they met in one of the posts the guy had shared. They met when she went looking for a job. She landed the job and also landed the owner of the company. I smiled. She did it.

I thought she couldn’t do it without me. She did it and came back to show me the receipts. I was serious when I said she wouldn’t get a man like me. It was true, she couldn’t get a man like me. She had a better man. Someone who won’t beat her because he’s the one buying sanitary pads.

I Found Him In Church Cheating Instead Of Praying

I didn’t attend the wedding but I sent a message; “Congratulations. I’m proud of you. Enjoy your marriage.” She responded, “Thank you and thank you for everything. I haven’t forgotten what you did for me.”

The best closure I’ve ever had and I’m happy to know she’s in a good place but that doesn’t stop me from wondering how life would have been with her by my side.

— Derrick

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