I tried getting pregnant for my boyfriend so that he would come and marry me, but guy man was too sharp.
Even after insisting we do skin to skin without protection, yet this guy man still knew when to withdraw.
I got tired and frustrated.
Every effort I put in having his child
in my womb seems to be a futile one.
Time was against me, same was nature.
33 years old is not a childs play.
Menopause was close by, and I tried every style I know just to see that I make him see reasons to marry me, but he was persistent in just having pleasure with me instead of paying my bride price, and I’d willingly be his wife.
So one evening, he came back from work, and after serving him his food, he devoured it as he glared at me like a hungry b£ast.
I know what those eyes were meant for.
It meant ‘get ready, because after devouring this meal, you're next.’
But I've made up my mind, and I already have a different plan in mind all together.
He devoured his meal and met me inside the room while I sat on the chair as I applied cream on my body while watching myself in the mirror.
Then he walked in, and just a glance, he said,
“You look hot, like fresh baked bread.” He flattered as he used the tips of his finger to go through my body.
This alone he did on normal days was enough to make me lose my mind, but not anymore.
I still glanced at the mirror as I said,
“This fresh bread can be your own if you have so much fantasies about having it.” I stated.
As soon as I said this, he removed his hands as he looked away and said,
“Marriage again… why can't we just have our fun without you including marriage into it? Who have you been listening to?” He asked as he glanced at me.
“Harrison, if at 33 years I still need someone to listen to, or for someone to tell me that I'm getting old, then I am the greatest f00l of the century. Harrison I would like to know what we are? Where is this relationship going? This is damn three years of being in a relationship with you, but you're not even saying anything.” I said with a firm voice, because I needed to know what was really happening.
He drew close to me as he stroke my hair gently, stocking back few hair underneath my ear as he said,
“The truth is, I myself don't even know where the relationship is going to, but one thing I can assure you is that I love you, but while we wait and know what life holds for us and where this relationship is leading us to, let's make the best of our lives to count, let's make love like we're teenagers and play like kids under the rain, please Gina, enough of all this marriage talk, when we get to the bridge, i can assure you that we will cross it.” Harrison spoke softly, like a whisper to my ears.
My blood went hot as I took a few steps backward, a bit far from where he was.
“What are you doing, Gina? I thought I was able to convince you that I love you?” He said.
Out of @nger and früstration, I didn't know when I said to him,
“Go give your love to your mother, I think she's the one that needs this kind of love.” I said as I quickly rushed to the wardrobe, picked up an evening dress and I wore it.
He was a bit confused with the last word I said, he didn't know if it was sarcasm or an insült.
“What do you mean? I don't get you Gina.” He kept talking, but I didn't say a word as I left the house with my luggage. He pleaded that I shouldn't leave but my mind was made up.
I left.
I started staying with my friend who we happened to be working at the same place.
God bless Chizaram, she was a sweet soul that accommodated me with love. God used her not to allow me to go back to Harrison.
It was not really easy for me to decide to finally stay and not to go back, because daily, Harrison kept calling and texting me that I should come back home, that it is in his place that I belong.
I never for a day pick his call, but I read the text message.
However, one day, Out of how blindly in love I was, I had to pick up his calls one day, against Chizaram’s advice, and I picked his call.
“My love, please don't hang up, please I beg you. I miss you” He said,
I didn't know when I said,
“I miss you too Babe.” I confessed.
“Then if you miss me as much as I miss you, tell me where you are, let me come pick you up.” He said and I grinned.
Believe me when I say that I've missed Harrison.
His touch.
His smile.
Our s£.x styles.
His warm breath.
All this I've missed in a space of one week.
“Babe are you there?” He asked as he startled me and I jotted back to reality.
“Yes, I heard you.” I replied.
“Then tell me where you are, I promise to be there in less than 30 minutes, I will come pick you Baby, here haven't been home ever since you left.” He said.
I was still grinning and was about telling him where I was when Chizaram, walked past me and said,
“Well done oh!”
It was like I was electrocuted.
My brain reset in a blink of an eye.
“Who was that? I just heard a voice. Wait Gina, are you in the house of another man? Wait, you left this house and you went to sleep with another man?” He scolded me like I was already his property, I hushed him at once.
“Even if I was at the house of a man, and so what? The last time I checked you are not my husband.” I said.
Harrison took a deep breath before he said,
“Alright I'm sorry, please forgive me. I was wrong. So… you were about to tell
me your address before you were interrupted by someone, please where are you my love?” He asked.
As I listened to the last words he said, I could only predict that it was no longer Harrison that was speaking, it was konji, this infuriated me the more as I wondered whether I was just not good for a wife, but for a s£x tool.
“Answer me now, what happened? Who is that witch that spoke in the background that made our positive energy just vanish?” He asked, already feeling frustrated.
“Hmmm, Harrison, when are we getting married?” I asked.
“Come home first, this is not a matter that we would discuss over the phone.” He mumbles.
“As far as I'm concerned, this is just an honest and simple question that demands a simple answer, when are we getting married, Harrison? See if you don't say anything then forget about seeing me.” I stated firmly.
“You and this marriage talk again… the way you talk about this marriage, is just like it is an achievement. Marriage is not an achievement oh” he still tried to play around.
I don't even know why I was still listening to him.
“If you're not saying anything, I will just hang up,” I threatened.
“Alright, we will get married after three years. I hope this is okay with you? Can you come home now?” He asked over the phone.
I almost said, “thûndér faya you dia” but I held myself as I hung up and blocked Harrison immediately.
Chizaram laughed out loud and couldn't control herself.
I've learnt a lesson in a very terrible way.
I would never accept to be in a relationship with a man that doesn't have a clear goal of what he wants from me, never!
I would never sleep with any man who is not my husband, never.
If you must chop me before marrying me, then it's better I stay single.
I however stayed with Chizaram for over a year, I gave myself wholly to improving my life, both physically and spiritually.
My life practically revolved in ways I never thought it would be.
Then Chizaram got a man, who loved her and they even fixed a date for their wedding. I was so happy for her.
Over a year, Chizaram has been not just a friend, but a sister.
Her family came down for her marriage, and one of her cousins who happened to be based abroad, saw me and we were both in love with each other.
It was actually love at first sight, but I chose not to rush things.
He never demanded for s£x even for one day while he was in Nigeria, this alone made me so happy, but I opened up to him about my past life, and he affirmed to him that it was Harrison lost.
After Chizaram's wedding, I courted with her cousin for six months, and we got married before we moved over to UK.
I'm grateful to God that he gave me my own safe haven, Yes, Jessy my husband is my safe haven.
My story is a testament that there could still be light at the end of the tunnel.
Don't ask me what happened to Harrison, I learnt he said he'd get a baby mama that will give him children when he's ready, but for now, man is still on the withdrawal mission.
Thank God I was not that Baby mama.
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