A year ago, I proposed to him. I wasn’t desperate. He was quite a man who ticked all the boxes for me. I was single and wanted to put my love life in order, so I invited him on a movie date and, in the end, shot my shot. He said yes, and we kissed that night.

Everything was fine for a couple of days until he texted me saying he had a confession to make. We met that evening. He said it was hard to tell me, but I was ready to forgive him even before he confessed. I kissed his cheeks and said, “Go on. I’m your girl. You know I don’t bite.”

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“The truth is, I have a girlfriend,” he confessed. “Sorry, I lied.”

I was stunned. I couldn’t speak for several seconds. We both sat there, just breathing. He asked me, “Won’t you say anything?” I replied, “Well, I didn’t know. I’m sorry I led you here. I guess you can go back to your girlfriend now.”

He had a lot to say, but I didn’t have the energy to listen. He wanted us to remain friends. He said I was a good person and he didn’t want to lose me entirely. I told him I would be around whenever he needed me.

So, we kept some kind of friendship going. I never texted or called him, but whenever he reached out, I responded cheerfully, and we talked. I hardly hold grudges, and I wasn’t going to change that for him. He sent me memes, and we laughed together. He even sent me unexpected gifts to apologize. I told him it wasn’t necessary.

One weekend, he said he was passing through and came over. We cooked together, and I served him. He lied and said I’d made the best soup of his life. I pretended to believe him. He fell asleep after eating and left in the evening.

Weeks later, I travelled out of the country. I was only gone for three months. I didn’t talk to him much during that time, and he didn’t even know I was abroad. Two days before I returned to Ghana, he sent me a lengthy message. The bottom line: He needed to see me urgently.

When I came back to Ghana, I met him. He said his relationship with his girlfriend was over, so he was ready to start something with me. I laughed and asked when they had broken up.

“Three weeks ago,” he answered.

“And you’ve already healed enough to start another relationship?”

“I healed before it ended,” he said.

I told him I was seeing someone else, but he insisted, thinking I was lying. Yes, I was lying, but it served a purpose. The truth is, I still wanted him, but I wanted it to be on my own terms—not just because he was available.

Alfred, a long-time friend, came to visit me one day when this guy also showed up. He started acting strangely, as if he owned me. Alfred asked what was going on, and I said he was just a friend. But this guy acted as if we had dated forever. He even started questioning Alfred. So, I cut him off and warned him not to get close to me again.

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He pursued me for weeks, but I brushed him off. Guess what? He’s back together with the lady he claimed he had broken up with. That aside, he still wants me to say yes to him. Guys, what do you want?

—Abena

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