I met this girl back in 2017, just when she was about to enter Senior High School. We connected quickly, and as she started SHS, we officially became a couple. I was excited about the relationship. I believed we were building something meaningful that would eventually lead to marriage. But along the way, I began to notice a pattern. Anytime school vacated and I asked her to come over, she always declined. I didn’t complain too much because I wanted her to do whatever she was comfortable with.

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Everything continued like that until the COVID-19 era when lockdowns were announced. During that period, movement was restricted, and somehow that was the first time she decided to come and spend some time with me. One thing led to another, and we ended up going all the way.

Barely a week later, she began to tell me she was noticing changes in her body. A few days after that, she called to inform me she thought she was pregnant.

I accepted the responsibility immediately. I even asked her to come over and when she did, we did a pregnancy test together. The test came out positive. Immediately she saw the result, she broke down crying in my room. She kept repeating, “You’ve destroyed my life. You’ve ruined my education.” She was in her final year by then.

Her parents almost abandoned her and shifted the burden onto me. I took it all in good faith. From that point, I told myself that no matter what, I would make sure she completed school after giving birth.

I did everything within my means to help her finish her final year. Before that, I took full responsibility for her antenatal care and hospital bills. I paid for medications, transportation, checkups—everything that was needed for her to stay healthy and safe. I did it all because I believed I was doing the right thing for someone I loved.

Eventually, she completed school. And that was when she dropped a bombshell. She told me the words every man dreads hearing, “The child is not yours.” Everything inside me collapsed. The emotional shock of the betrayal—it was too heavy. After all the sacrifices, all the responsibilities I took up, and all the support I gave, the child was not mine? How could she do that to me?”

For months, I struggled with depression.

Later, through my own investigations, I found out the truth that she had been impregnated by someone named George. The hurt deepened even more she knew this yet she let me carry a burden that wasn’t mine to bear.

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Life went on, and after some time, I started working at the Pantang Nursing and Midwifery Training College. I discovered that she was also a student there—Level 200 Midwifery.

Instead of showing even a little gratitude for the years I stood by her, she looked me straight in the face one day and said, “Don’t talk to me. You and I have nothing in common.”

I want to know, “What should I do to satisfy myself emotionally after everything I have been through?”

—Derrick

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