When I needed her the most, she left me. I was struggling to make something of my life at the time. Yet even in that state, I always showed up for her when she needed me. If she needed financial support, I was there. If she needed emotional care, she had me. Whenever she called, I went running to her rescue.

No matter what I did, it was never enough for her. She wanted more than I could offer. So instead of standing by me so we work through things together, she was busy searching for something else.

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During that time I always told her, “I am going places so stick with me. When God gives me a breakthrough, I want you by my side.” She didn’t believe me. She took my words with a pinch of salt and mocked me sometimes.

As far as she was concerned, my life wouldn’t get better. It showed in the way she treated me. Every little thing I did was met with disrespect. She was always ready to quarrel with me and insult me. I often found myself feeling small in the relationship.

Through it all, I didn’t leave her. I kept telling myself that I was in love. And I was desperately hoping she would come to understand that someday God will change my story. Unfortunately, she walked away and ripped my heart out on her way out.

I was broken but not defeated. I refused to remain the same person she left. I fought harder than ever to achieve my dreams.

Years later, she came back. It was at a time when God had given me victory. I was no longer struggling. My life started taking shape. I could stand on my feet and feel I had made it.

First, she said she was sorry. Then she told me, “If you hadn’t moved on and forgotten about me we would have been together by now.” I knew she was trying to place the burden of her own choices on me but I took her back regardless.

The man she once knew no longer existed but the heart that loved her dearly continued to beat for her. Or maybe what I felt for her was sympathy. I am saying this because she was going through some family drama regarding her siblings. She was at a point in her life where she needed their support but they abandoned her.

So once again, I was there trying to rescue her. I thought she was a better person but she remained the same. It was never about me, but only about what she could gain from me.

Yes, she is a good person, but I knew she didn’t love me. She came back because she didn’t find what she was looking for out there. According to her, “You are different from other men. That’s why I am back.”

This means, she knew I loved her truly. As though I couldn’t live without her. In her mind, I was still the simp she once controlled. But time changes everything.

A new version of me had emerged. I still did my best for her and for our relationship, but she wanted more. She wanted to be worshipped. She expected me to continue being the one who promised her the world, while she remained the one who wouldn’t lift a finger to do anything for me.

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Whenever I spoke of anything that could elevate me, it became an issue. She wanted me to be the man she could use to fuel her ambitions. She wanted to be the star while I remained the dark sky. But I had already learned to put myself first.

When she realized that I wouldn’t bend to her whims and caprices, she started complaining. She said I had changed since my breakthrough. “You are no longer the man I used to know.”

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She was right. I had simply grown wiser. When she could no longer manipulate me, she broke up with me again. Then, she went around telling anyone who would listen to her that I failed to take care of her the way a man takes care of his woman.

I didn’t care about the stories she told. After all, I have learned to focus on building my life instead of killing my self for a woman who won’t appreciate the sacrifice.

—Danny

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