How did I become this guy

In high school, Abena and I crossed paths—I was 20, she was 16. Her beauty was renowned, but behind her shyness and devotion, lay a struggle with math. Lucky for me, numbers were my thing. I prayed for the courage to approach her, and fate answered through a call from her brother. We began studying together, and as we did, our bond deepened. Soon, our connection blossomed into something more. Behind closed doors, in quiet moments, our friendship evolved into love, defying the odds of high school romance. But fate intervened one day at the common market. My classmate Akua approached me, saying someone wanted to talk. When I arrived, I was handed a phone. On the other end was Abena’s brother, asking for help with math. We started studying together, and I dedicated my personal time to assist her. Through this, we grew closer, and eventually, our relationship blossomed into something more. We were intimate a couple of times in the class room and at the back of the French center, Derm she was good in bed, for a shy innocent girl, I was amazed by the things she could do. Skipping ahead, after six months of dating, we faced the WASSCE exams after which we both went home. Abena resided in Kumasi while I lived in Accra. To strengthen our bond, I made the decision to relocate and stay with my uncle in Kumasi, enabling us to spend more time together. I landed a job at Fanmilk, where the pay was decent. With my earnings, I showered Abena with gifts and took care of her needs, while also managing to save some money. When university admissions were released, we both secured spots. I was accepted into KNUST, and she into Kumasi Poly. Balancing work and studies, I continued to support Abena financially, even dipping into some inheritance from my late father when needed. I wanted to ensure she had every opportunity to succeed. As time passed, Abena shared her aspirations to start a business, and I wholeheartedly supported her endeavors. However, despite our efforts, none of her ventures seemed to bear fruit. Whenever I inquired about the outcomes, her response was always a resigned "hmmm, it didn’t work out." Not wanting to burden her with worry, I accepted her explanation without question. Three years into our relationship, I noticed a significant depletion in my inheritance, dwindling from 33,000 cedis to a mere 1,400 cedis. Feeling frustrated and financially strained, I sought answers to the sudden drain on my funds. Friends speculated, suggesting that Abena might be the cause of my financial woes. Fueled by frustration, I confronted her, often raising my voice in anger, causing her distress. Despite my trust in her, suspicions began to brew. One fateful night, as we were intimate at my place, a loud banging on the door shattered the moment. Startled, I nearly called the police before realizing that the person outside was calling for Abena. It turned out to be a man, visibly upset, claiming to be her boyfriend of five years. He had followed her to my doorstep, sensing something amiss. I called Abena out to address the situation, and to my surprise, she signaled me to corroborate her story. She claimed the man was her cousin, Frank. Stunned by her audacity, I questioned her, incredulous that after four years together, I was suddenly relegated to the role of her "cousin." Admitting her deceit, she apologized, and I couldn’t help but admire the man's calm demeanor as he left upon learning the truth of our relationship. As he prepared to leave, I noticed his bag haphazardly packed, revealing my belongings—the red shorts and wine-colored shirt I knew all too well. A wave of cold washed over me, a feverish disbelief gripping my senses. Despite Abena's pleas for forgiveness, citing her need for his financial support for her junior brother, I knew I needed space to process everything. Agreeing to a temporary separation, I quietly arranged for a friend to monitor her activities discreetly. With his help, I kept abreast of her actions, hoping for some semblance of closure. Yet, as I focused on rebuilding my finances, working tirelessly on projects and contracts, my friend delivered a blow I never anticipated. Presenting me with screenshots, he revealed Abena's affectionate messages to another man—a caption declaring him her "superman." In that moment, a tear escaped, a stark contrast to my stoic demeanor. This revelation, coupled with the realization of where my money had truly gone, shattered any remaining illusions I held. In the aftermath of a four-year relationship, the weight of betrayal has left me emotionally drained. Even my family, who embraced her as one of our own, are unaware of the deception that unfolded. Now, I find myself devoid of the desire for any romantic entanglements. My once vibrant spirit feels numbed, my testosterone levels seemingly depleted to zero. It's been four months since the ordeal, and not even a single stir of arousal has crossed my mind. Thoughts of suicide came across my mind and thought of murder crossed my mind too once. The hardest part lies in finding the words to disclose the truth to my family—admitting that I've been blinded by love for four long years. It feels like navigating a darkened maze, uncertain of the path ahead. In a world that once held promise and joy, I now struggle to find solace. I keep thinking I could have done more that what I did, I slapped her when she came to my place after I found out about the other guy, I keep thinking of all the bad things I could have done to have made her worse off. I don’t know how I became this guy cos I used to be the most lively and loving guy ever.

Posted by Maxwell Adm on 2024-05-12 11:37:11