Our relationship was doing so well. He was the first guy who actually didn’t have any problem with me being a virgin. He was just so proud to find a virgin my age. He would tell me how proud he is and that I should keep it like that until he married me. I thought I had found the man of my dreams.

There was nothing he wouldn’t do for me, well, not material things. He didn’t have much money and I understood that. In fact, I didn’t need anything from him beside his loving heart and the way he loved me. We would take pictures of every little thing we did.

One particular day, as we were taking pictures with his phone, a massage came in. I had his phone in my hand since he was driving and I was the one taking pictures. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It had been 5 months since we started dating and sometimes I would give him my phone to go home with and I would take his. We had nothing to hide from each other, well so I thought.

That day I read the massage out loud.

“‘Babe pick me up at 21:00, don’t be late’ with three hearts at the end,” I said. He just looked at me so confused.

“Don’t act confused. You know exactly who you are going to pick up,” I said giving him his phone. He knew very well I didn’t go through his messages even when he gave me the phone for a night, so obviously the message had just came in.

“And who is she? Please don’t lie to me,” I said looking into his eyes. I knew when he lied so he couldn’t lie to me.

“I’m sorry babe. I am dating someone, it’s been a week now,” he said while looking away.

I just said OK without even arguing because I knew this would eventually happen. Guys just couldn’t be in a relationship without having sex.

I had been in this situation before and I was just tired of it. I told him about it when we opened up to each other. I now I would let him do what he thinks is right. The car stopped.

“Oh thanks, bye. We will talk,” I said jumping out of the car.

“Babe wait, let’s talk,” he said. “I’m sorry. I’m back with my baby Mama.”

His words went straight to my heart. It stopped for a second and my knees went lame as I fell back into the car seat.

“It’s nothing babe. You know I love you, she just comes to see her son so she had to sleepover and one thing led to another.”

I couldn’t say anything. Everything I heard was enough for me. I banged the door and went straight to my room. I slept until the morning.

I woke up to his missed calls, texts, WhatsApp messages, but I just didn’t want anything to do with him. I mean, there is no justification for what he did. And whenever his baby mama was coming to her son, something would obviously always happen.

I told him from the beginning that I had a phobia of baby daddies but he promised me that he would never go back to her. Even if he didn’t love her anymore, the fact that they were together just made me sick.

I missed him so much, I couldn’t hold myself together. I responded to his text. He asked to meet me and I agreed. I told him I will take a taxi and I waited at the police station because a lot of Uber drivers parked there.


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