One evening, I was at an event with Kwabena when I lay all my knowledge of his questionable behavior on the table. I didn’t mean to do it that night but he provoked me. My man took beautiful photos of me. When he finished I saw him sending them to someone. I didn’t have a problem with him sending my photos to whoever it was. My concern was the caption. It was alarmingly long. I stretched my neck to see what he was telling the person about me but he wouldn’t let me.

Out of frustration, I told him, “Do you think I don’t know who it is? You changed her name in your phone to a local name but I know it’s her.” He was quiet as I went on to say, “Do you know how I know? She viewed my profile on TikTok. She has been stalking me. So tell her to stop.” Still, he was as silent as a graveyard.

What surprises me about this lady is her bravery. I don’t know her from anywhere. I have never met her. All I know about her is what Kwabena told me. She is a married woman he is friends with. At first, I kept an open mind about their friendship. She would call me when I am with my man, and speak to me nicely. Then she would politely request, “Please is it possible to borrow your boyfriend for a phone call for an hour? I have something important to discuss with him.”

I didn’t think it was necessary to ask me first but her actions made me believe that they were truly just friends.

My suspicions were formed when I came across a poem Kwabena wrote for her. He is not a poet but he found an app that could help him express his feelings for the people close to him through poetry. He used the app to compose one for me. It talks about how deeply he loves me and how much he appreciates me by his side through the different seasons of his life. He wrote one for our child too. There are others he wrote for his dad and friends.

It makes sense that he would create poems for the people I mentioned. What didn’t sit well with me was when I found out he made one for this married woman. It was similar to the one he wrote for me. He was assuring her of his love for her among other lovey-dovey professions. Why is a man I am planning marriage with composing love poems for another man’s wife? I started paying close attention to them after that.

One time she sent him a message, “I told you I am sick but you didn’t say anything.” She added a broken-heart emoji to the message. There were also times I went through his call logs and found that they spoke late into the night. I saw all of it but I didn’t ask him any questions.

One early morning, Kwabena called to tell me he was going to his office for an important meeting. Later that day one of his neighbours called to tell me that the married woman had come to visit him. I was told she showed up around 6:30 AM. As for that one, I couldn’t keep quiet. I used a friend’s phone and called the lady to confront her.

Had it not been that I trusted my source of information I would have believed her when she innocently said, “Me? Please I didn’t go to any man’s house. I am a married woman. I went to the market when I left home this morning.” She is such a good actress. I even believed her when she acted shocked. She asked who I was and offered to meet me but I refused.

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I didn’t say anything to my baby daddy about this because I knew he would lie. However, when I saw him sending my photos to the same lady while we were at the event I lost it. I told him about all the chats I read between them and everything I had seen until that point.

The next morning he brought his sister to speak to me. All the talk was an attempt to convince me that he didn’t have anything to do with the married woman. He said he knew I was the one who called the lady with another number. According to him, her husband beat her. That’s why she came to him that morning to seek comfort and solace from their friendship. I knew it was a lie but I chose to let it go.

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Three days after that conversation, I saw another message on his phone. She asked him, “Please, what will you eat today? Do you care for beans?” He responded, “Yes babe.” That’s where I had a problem. My question is, how many babes do you have and how on earth do you refer to someone’s wife as your babe?

I confronted him and he got angry. He complained bitterly; “I am not happy with the way you keep accusing me of cheating on you with this married woman.” Now, he is the angry one. He is refusing to talk to me. What did I do wrong?

—Tilda

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