LOVE, MARRIAGE, A BABY AND AN END THE MOON COULDN'T PREDICT

I was smitten with him from the start, but our relationship was a rollercoaster of emotions. We became friends, but I couldn't decipher his intentions. I sent him signals, hoping he'd reciprocate my feelings. For two months, he oscillated between warmth and indifference. I decided to move on, but my heart wasn't convinced.

One evening, he visited me, and we talked for hours. I confessed my intention to move on, but my heart betrayed me. As we conversed, I fell for him again. He asked me to follow him, and like a lamb, I did. He made a suggestive comment, and I responded playfully. He took me to his car, and we shared a passionate moment. I couldn't resist.

Weeks later, I discovered I was pregnant. I called him, and he laughed, thinking it was a joke. When I confirmed the news, he asked me to marry him. I was taken aback – he didn't even seem to like me! He explained that his parents wouldn't approve of him having a child out of wedlock, so we got married.

Our marriage was a sham. He was distant, and we never had sex again. I was pregnant and vulnerable, but he didn't care. I found evidence of his girlfriend, and when I confronted him, he denied it. I called his mistress, pleading with her to stay away, but she revealed she was his long-term partner, and I was just a inconvenience.

He descended on me, and I feared for my baby's safety. I fled to my parents, and they supported me. My dad offered to talk to him, but he denied everything, labeling me a liar. I stayed with my parents until I delivered, and he showed up only to pay the bills and take me home.

As I nursed our child, he lived his best life with his girlfriend, posting pictures on social media. I was the doormat, and they were the feet that stepped on me. I realized I had to protect my sanity and pride, so I initiated a divorce. Traditionally, we're no longer together, but legally, we're still married. I'm waiting for the right moment to finalize the divorce and move on.

This experience taught me that marrying for the wrong reasons can lead to heartache. But I won't give up on love. When the time is right, I'll try again, hoping the second time will be my lucky number.