My fiancé and I were what some would call spellbound in love. Our connection was so deep that even outsiders could feel it. Our parents saw how inseparable we were and had no reason to stand in our way.
Not a day went by without us checking on each other. Sometimes I’d call even when I had nothing to say and I'd be like "Sweetness, how’s your body? I hope your eyes are okay. How about your legs, are they still strong, your belly nkor? Please take very good care of your fingers o!"
It was love in the air. He was my first love. I knew he loved me, and I loved him too.
One day, he introduced me to one of his female colleagues from school. I welcomed her warmly. She seemed friendly and harmless and gentle. Something in me trusted her, and so I let my guard down. She became close to us, often visiting on Saturdays because she knew I’d be around. We all had good times together, and after each visit, we’d walk her off with smiles.
On a fateful day, I was going to work, it started drizzling, so I branched by my fiancé’s place to pick up an umbrella. Normally, I’d take it and return it on Saturday when I visited. Maybe that’s what he assumed I'd do this time too. But I had too many things to carry, and the umbrella added to the weight. So I decided to return it that same day to ease my load.
When I entered the compound, the dog didn’t seem to recognize me and came charging. I'm terrified by dogs, especially when they run at me, panicking, l opened the door without knocking. I couldn't believe what I saw.I stood there, frozen, eyes wide in disbelief. The dog recognized me and quietly retreated, but I remained at the door, shocked. I looked again just to be sure. Yes, it was my fiancé and his colleague. There was no need to overreact. I quietly stepped in, dropped the umbrella, and said left.
I was completely destabilised. Yet I waited for an apology. I was willing to forgive, but none came. From that moment, I knew we were split into two.
But I didn’t kill myself. I sat with the pain, held myself gently, and reminded my heart of this simple truth:
“A broken courtship is better than a broken marriage.”
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