My story is kind of controversial. Despite the fact that we are fast-becoming modernized in everything, society still adheres to a lot of the old ways. I am like most women. I just wanted someone to love me.
He was someone who seemed to be so interesting. We became fast friends until he proposed to be my boyfriend. He was cute, kind, and way older than me. I wanted to feel how it was like to be with someone, so I said yes.
We were fine for a week. And then, suddenly, we weren’t. He wasn’t replying to any of my messages. I texted him non-stop until, finally, he contacted me and informed me that he was breaking up with me.
I cried, non-stop. I was young. He was my first real love and he dumped me because his former girlfriend came back. He chose her over me.
In spite of what happened, we eventually crossed paths again. We belonged to the same circle of friends. It was inevitable that we’d see each other again. I agreed to be friends with him. He was fine, at first. Then, he proposed something else. He wanted me to be his second girlfriend, even when he already was back with his former girlfriend.
I said no, of course. Day after day, he kept asking and begging me to reconsider. I kept saying no. Then, I disappeared from his life. I needed to keep my distance because he didn’t want to choose me over her, but he kept wanting more from me, too.
I never dreamed of being second best. I grew up being taught that a proper lady never made herself cheap to any guy. A decent lady has dignity, poise, and class. So, I decided to stay away.
A year passed. Two years passed. Then, we crossed paths again. He asked about me and I asked about him. That time, I was already working. He wanted to start another relationship with me. However, there was one big problem. He was already married.
He said he tried to look for me. He asked all our friends about my location and my contact details, yet all my friends opted not to tell him. So, he decided to marry his then-girlfriend, the girl he left me for.
You may think me a fool. You could even call me stupid because I said yes to him that time. He wanted me to be his girl and I realized that I was still in love with him. Yes, he was married but love can be such an idiotic thing, most times.
We are still together now and yes, he is still married. I don’t know what will happen in the end. He tells me he plans to leave his wife for me. He says he loves me. He says he doesn’t love his wife anymore. I don’t really know now what to believe.
I know that I am living in sin. I am a kept woman. I am his mistress. But, I love him and I don’t know if I can be without him.
This is my story. This is the result of following my heart instead of my brain–or not balancing them both to make such a crucial decision.