Dear readers, i need your advice because am am loosing my mind, i cant stop crying, its still a shock to me.This is my story.
"i met my boyfriend Tunde three years ago in a joint close to my house where i normally hang out with my friends. he has been asking me out for about a month but i refused him because i never really liked him, he was so proud and so full of himself knowing fully well that he was as poor as a church rat. after three months of me refusing him, one Saturday i came to the joint like i always do every Saturday but did not see him, i stayed with my friends there for so long and did not see him, i became worried because even though i said no, i was already liking the attention i was getting from him and i kept coming there every Saturday mostly because of him. when i waited till 8pm and still did not see him and i don't have his number then. i asked questions and i was told he had an accident, so immediately, i collected his number and i called him, he was so happy to hear my voice and he quickly gave me me his home address. i went home to his place to see him and before we knew it, we started dating. Tunde was jobless so there was really no cash to spend. i had to start taking money from my mum's shop to support him, buy fuel for his car, sometimes i cook in my house and sneak the food out for tunde.
sometimes on Fridays tunde calls me and said "babe please look for money for us to spend for the weekend". when he calls like that, i might be broke but i will make sure before he gets home, there was cash waiting. he spends only that night with me in a bar and because i was still with my mum, i don't sleep out or drink and am the kind of girl that don't eat out so the highest thing he can buy for me with the money is a bottle of malt or coke and i wont see him again till the next weekend. i go to his house, was his cloths, give him money for food and also cook his meal and do basically every thing that needed to be done. luckily for us, tunde got a good job as an architect in a company including an official car and that was when things changed. i noticed he wasn't as loving as loving as he use to be and he started spending most of his time in town with rich friends. so one night when he was preparing to go go out as usual, i went through his phone and i read a message that says"baby we are suppose to be preparing for our wedding and you are not picking my calls or replying my messages". i was weak and shocked. when he noticed i was down, he kept asking me what was wrong but i said nothing. that night i went home and cried my eyes out. the next day i asked him," tunde who is Omo" and without wasting time or even stammering, he said " she is the girl i want to marry". and then i asked him what happens to me, he said " baby you are sweet , loving and caring but the thing is any time i think of marriage, all i see is Omo, you are too young for me, am sorry but you will find someone of your age". i cried like i have never done before now i hate him so much. i was not too young when i was giving him money, i was not too young to was his cloths or warm his bed or give him advice when needed or abort a pregnancy he put inside of me but now am too young for marriage. please guys do you think am wrong to hate hate him to the extent that i wish him death???
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