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Writing Prompt: Have you ever been cheated on?
Ahhhh. Yes. Let me tell you all about it. If I did not have this writing prompt, this story would have alternatively been titled: Let Me Tell About When I Was Cheated On. I suppose I can still tag it as such.
So, the year was 2007. I was dating a Yoruba demon guy, and I had been dating him for two years at this point. I know what some of you are thinking: Vera, you and these Yoruba guys! I know, I know. I always try to run away, but na dem dey rush me. Even the women sef dey rush me. Hi, Funmie!
Let’s call him Sam. Sam and I had started off having a good relationship. I had not had many relationships, so I didn’t have a high standard (although I thought I did). Honestly, Sam was nice. We had good conversations and good laughs, and he got along very well with my friends.
Sam was quite a jealous lover. It was cute at first till it became bothersome. He was convinced that every guy wanted me. I mean, I know I’m hot *fans self* but I did not think I was that hot. Still, Sam was sure they all wanted me. By the way, all you male readers and male bloggers were a problem too. People like Boorish Male, NaijaBloke, and Guy Horny topped the list; they didn’t even know the wahala they were causing in my life. And it did not help that Boorish Male wrote me a whole love post on his blog. I’m still sweating from it. Link below.
Related: My Love Letter From Boorish Male
If he called me and I did not pick up, Sam would call again. And again. And again. And again. Then he’d block his number and call. Several times. Then he’d call from another phone. Several times. When we eventually spoke, the conversation would start with “Where were you? What were you doing? Who were you with? ….” So that was our relationship.
At some point, Sam told me about a female friend of his. He said she reminded him of me, that she was funny and an only child. Those were the only details I remembered, and I never really thought much of it. Then one day, Sam said he needed to talk to me. He said he had a confession. His confession was that someone was pregnant for him. That was definitely shocking to me.
Then about a week later, Sam recanted his story. No, no one was pregnant for him, he said. He said he had only said that someone was pregnant so that when he actually confessed the real truth, I wouldn’t be as mad at him. The real truth, he said, was that he cheated, but that no one was pregnant. I did not believe him. At the very least, I was confused. Then he came to my house one day and asked for my bible. I gave it to him. He placed his right hand on it and swore on his mother’s life that no one was pregnant for him.
We broke up. He spent the next couple of months chasing me hard. He called my friends (Funmie and Uju) all the time, begging them to beg me, said he was sorry and that no one was pregnant. For Valentine’s Day in 2008, he wanted us to hang out. I said no because we were not together. That became a big fight. Eventually, a child was born. That was when I knew for sure that he lied. I still do not understand why he did that – the lie, I mean. We were already broken up after he told me that he cheated, so he did not need to come back and untell the truth he had told. He was free as a bird to go on and live his life. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I had gone back to him. His mother is still alive, by the way – I think.
He ended up marrying his baby momma, and I’ve met her several times, and she’s quite lovely actually. In another life, we’d be friends. I don’t think she knew the status of our relationship when they got together. I think he was playing us both. In fact, even as of today, I don’t think she knows the full story, but she won’t be hearing it from me. There’s so much else I could write here – things that happened as recently as this year – but I won’t. This is an open space, and I have learned that ANYONE can be reading. It will never be said that Vera broke Sam’s marriage. Nope.
So, that’s my cheating story. That’s the one I know of anyway. One never knows everything these days.
Oh, and full disclosure: At the time Sam was getting someone pregnant, I was “talking to” someone else too. But in my case, he was based in Europe, and that came with its own set of challenges. I liked him a lot, but nothing ever came of it. He was Igbo, older, and hella funny. And I liked his Igbo name. I wonder how he’s doing these days.
P.S. I met Boorish Male in Nigeria in 2016. He was still smooth. His voice was still sexy. And I still won’t be left alone with him in a room.
So, what about you? What is your most interesting/unbelievable cheating story – and how many nonexistent babies were born from it?
NaijaBloke… wonder where he is!
This Funmie sha…. my name comes up in EVERYTHING!
Jehovah help me.
Fufu, your own has finished and you know it already. Tehehe.
All this Yoruba boys.
Essa … Abi oh! And the crazy thing is, sometimes these Yoruba boys send me what they think are anonymous messages about their lives. They never stop trying to trick me. Why do you think they do that?
Wow! I don’t get Sam. Why recant the lie when the baby was going to be born eventually?
I did have one guy who liked me tell me he got engaged… and then a year or so later, came back to tell me that he lied about being engaged because he wanted me to be jealous of his fake fiancee and realize how awesome he was. It would have made some sense if I liked him like that, but I just never did!
Tehehehe. It’s a sad situation when a woman doesn’t like a man like that. Nothing he ever does will get him the result he wants. Lol. Per Sam, my dear, I don’t know oh. Made sense to him, I guess.
BTW, there’s a 400 Writing Prompts Journal now. I almost bought it but I haven’t even touched my 300 Writing Prompts one in maybe a year!
Berry, warn yourself oh! 400, ke? I’ve not even finished the 300 one. Lol. I still have 298 prompts to go through.
You brought it all back Vera, and of course yes I’ve been cheated on before..
That was a terrible experience because I genuinely liked her..
Monica was her name, took me a while to understand she was fiddling with me..
She acted norm around me and we had brilliant chemistry, not sure what happened, her emotions all caved in and she’s as cold as ice..
I did not understand then when women start refusing all your usual romantic moments, that should be a red flag..
She will not allow any intimacy and if she does, more like all the coercing in the world..
Finally stopped and she asked why such attempt were not made again, told her she makes me feel dirty and seems she was distracted…
She gave one lame excuse but I was head-over-heel with her, just couldn’t understand it..
It took a female friend of mine who told me she was out of me, equally told me not all ladies can operate two guys at the same time hence will play it until you get the message..
I confronted her nicely and she told me the truth, God knows that was one bad bad experience, lost appetite, lost weight, could not sleep for weeks, very traumatic episode…
Try sleeping with a broken heart by Alicia Keys sums up the nightmare..
The sad part was when I recovered, you can use my name to define nastiness towards women until I grew up…
That saying “when someone changes, its either something changes them or someone changes them.” comes to play..
As for Monica, her new found Romeo finished with her, she wanted me back..
The truth was I still had this tiny soft spot for her then, but that was my first real emotional damage, thought the risk of hospitalization the second time must not be encouraged, that was how we parted ways…
Crazy stuff to be cheated on, it can literally kill you, especially if you genuinely care about the opposite…
So Vera, that concludes my story and not all Yoruba brothers are bad..lol
Monica, warn yourself oh!!!
Fad, I’m really sorry you had to go through that. It sucks to be cheated on, especially when you’re madly in love. My case was a lot easier to tolerate because I wasn’t in love at that point and I knew the relationship would most likely not work out. Still, it was shocking when it happened.
Per the Yoruba brothers, hahaha. I honestly don’t think that all Yoruba guys are bad at all.
Did i read well that this happened in 2007? If yes, wow. Seems like this guy is the love of your life even thou he is being classified as a yoruba demon. Only 2 years of relationship and he is still relevant 11 years later.. sometimes i feel its we women give men power over us..
Tayo, I’ve been told that not everyone is blessed to read to understand. Your blessing will locate you soon. Also, you’re projecting your life on me. Instead of saying, “We women,” you should say, “I, Tayo.” And instead of saying, “Power over us,” you should say “Power over me.” Na only you waka come here oh. I merely responded to a writing prompt to write about a time I was cheated on, and thankfully, this cheating episode of 11 years ago is the only pool I have to draw from (that I know of). My prayer is that this remains the only cheating story I ever have. As for him being the love of my life … buhahahahahahahahahahahaha … I laugh in Igbo.