CosmicPhoenix:

if you had the baby at the age of 19/20,how are you 42 when your son is 20

It was an error. I just confirmed, she said she was 19 when they met but she took in at 20 in October 1997 and gave birth in July 1998,her son's 21st birthday is next monthl.he's graduating too.

Thanks for the calculator.

I love the baby we had together but I don't love you.

I was 20 years when you tricked me to your apartment and forced sex on me.
I was ovulating .I tried everything to stop you but you over powered me.I told you afterwards that you may have ruined my future because that day was the peak of my ovulation, you gave me money to buy morning after pills.

I was in my 2nd year in the university. I knew little about men and sex.

Two weeks later my period went by and I saw nothing, I told you and you asked if I didn't take the pills?I was upset with you, earlier I told you that i was not going to take any drugs.

I was home when the early symptoms started .I threw up occasionally .I lost my appetite and I became restless.

It didn't take long before my mom found out, I already made plans to run away to my maternal aunt's house but my mum stopped me.it wasn't so easy at home,carrying pregnancy out of wedlock and facing my dad and extended family members.

I had my baby,my lovely son looked every inch like you, my mum took care of me.you were nowhere close,I heard you married someone and both of you moved overseas.

I nursed my baby .it wasn't rosy,I did part time Job and schooled at the same time.my mom was very supportive.

My son is 20 and ready to graduate,you popped up from nowhere to claim paternity.
Very funny but you were never a father to him.

I learnt you had 4 girls ,then you remembered my son and I .the same us you never bothered about.

I won't let you take him,my son Jason is all I have, you definitely don't deserve to be in his life. My young Engineer,handsome and super intelligent Son is a special gift from God.

I'm 42 years today and my mind went racing.
How much pain you caused me.


NB...

She took in at 20 in October 1997 and gave birth at 21 on 11th July 1998.
Her son's 21st birthday is next month and he's graduating. She celebrated her 42nd birthday on Saturday.


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There are literally millions of women who don't mind your mentality. Give you what you want and take what they want. Look for them, just leave the girl that wants to be loved alone.

uckennety:



Why the transactional post then

Una too get time for naija

uckennety:



Can we v our own transactional sex

I don't sell my body

So my client messaged to tell me the man has paid up the whole sum,
She sent me 1k airtime .lol
I don't charge for miscellaneous services.

Men condemn transactional sex because they pay for it huh?
Same men insults and cast disdain on girls who give it free!!
I keep asking "Men what do they really want?"

lost my dad few years ago,he just went to work one morning and we heard they fought in town and that was it,we didn't find his body anywhere dead nor alive, we were forced to do burial rites and that was it
Picking up the pieces,we started poultry business and thats how we've been surviving,but in 2017 the business crashed due to vaccination failure.

And that was how we lost everything , since then my mum hasn't been doing anything there's no money to come back into business .

I'm in my 400 levels in the university currently and I'm running a part time Job I do daily contribution also ,my salary is twelve thousand naira, that is what I use for transport fare for me and my sister and to take care of our needs.
My boyfriend supports also even though he's not well to do.

There's one of my customers who's been disturbing me since,he's married,so on wednesday there was nothing at home,no gas and foodstuff, the guy called as usual and I agreed to meet up,my reason was to beg him for some money then pay back when I can.

When I got there we got talking and he said he can give me 20k oh well that's a lot for me right now and he said he doesn't want a refund he wants sex.
We dragged and I was like okay,at least the money can fill gas and buy some foodstuff before I get paid
We got intimate but instead of giving me the amount we agreed on,the guy started saying he'd call me the next morning to give me the money,I was like " Bros that's not our agreement "
That was my first transactional sex .He said he doesn't have money on him that he'd call me and there was nothing I could do.He gave me one thousand naira for transport fare
He said that he doesn't have the money now,that he'd call me in the evening to give me.I didn't get his call ,when I called he didn't take my call ,after I called severally and he didn't pick up I had to call him with a different number as he heard my voice he ended my call

I just realised he blocked my number this morning
Sincerely I feel so stupid right now

It's not as if I sit at home and do nothing,I'm a student plus I'm also doing daily contribution .

I can't get a good paying job right now because nobody wants a part time worker,
The whole thing is just so annoying

.(i took the Guy's number from her and called him and told him to pay her all of the money or I sue him ,it was a transaction and the agreement stands)

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He was watching his daughter growing into a full beautiful woman, jealousy got hold of him, he was scared that men would begin to crowd his daughter so he stopped her male friends from visiting her.

His wife travels a lot, on one quiet day he cajoled his daughter and slept with her.

The month closed in and she missed her cycle.
Father had sex with his daughter ,got her pregnant and both are running around,

She is not ready to tell it's her father, her father is scared of what will happen if the cat is let out of the bag.

But my worry is this?

What real father will develop lustful feelings for his biological daughter? His own blood and had the gut to open her legs and have sex with her? It's giving me endless goose bumps

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It's said that when one is not well informed, one will be deformed. About seventy percent of ladies ( if not more) are believers of the assertion, "the bigger the better" when it comes to sexual satisfaction. Guess what, even those who have not had sex before are also believers,why? Because they heard others say it.

So, since such belief is the real thing, they wouldn't hesitate to say, "the bigger the better" when asked about their preference of a man's sex organ. Have you heard of the word, MISCONCEPTION before? I believe you have. If you have, I'm afraid such belief system is one of the misconceptions of sex and satisfaction.




Just as the sex organ of men vary, so is that of the women. A bigger penis may be compatible (not necessarily better) with that of a lady whose vagina size is as wide and deep as River Niger. However, aside from such size compatibility, satisfaction on its own is a different thing entirely. What will determine the amount of sexual satisfaction is mostly about HOW and WHEN he uses it.

CASE ONE

Imagine a man who whenever he wishes to have sex with his wife will follow this pattern; " Call her to the bedroom, UnCloth her, have erection, begin penetration and finally ejaculation" without any other activity before and during such action. (Mind you, the man in question has it big and long".

CASE TWO
Imagine another man who whenever wishes to have sex with his wife will do the following; "call her to the bedroom, tell her how he loves her, tell her how sexy and attractive she looks as he go behind her back to place his hands on her shoulder and massage her gently(clothes still on). After a while, will turn her around and kiss her so gently on her neck, forehead and lips simultaneously in a lying position. Then gradually off her clothes GENTLY one after the other with a kiss to seal each pulling. After a while, he changes the activity; kiss her laps passionately, hold on to her breast, caress and squeeze them softly,stroke her nipples same time... (you can imagine the rest). Then finally insert his thing, thrust in and out gently without necessarily using force at first. Pull out in the process and repeat almost everything he did before penetration before he will continue thrusting again until finally ejaculation. Hmmm...(Mind you, this man is not having it as big as the first one).

Be the judge! Will the wife derive same sexual pleasure from both men?

Don't be in a hurry to prefer bigger and longer ones when your own vagina is not as wide and deep as that of the lady who wouldn't be in a hurry to say, "the bigger the better". If you must have preference for size, it should be according to your own size. But most importantly, know today that the size is not the MAJOR determinant of sexual pleasure.

THEREFORE, don't independently accept or reject a husband solely on the size of his penis because there is more to it than just the size.

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I want to be your 7 am forehead kisses, 9 am cuddles, and 10 am breakfasts. I want to be the 1 pm hugs from behind, the 3 pm naps and the 4 pm giggles together.

I want to be the 6 pm dinners, 7 pm dessert, 9 pm movies, 11 pm snuggles and 12 am heavy breathing.

I want to be the 1 am wake ups to whisper 'I love you,' and drift off to sleep. I want to be there at 3 am, where you wake me up and we make love. I want to be with you at 4 am to talk about anything and everything.

And I want to do it all over again, everyday. I want to be your everything, your forever, your one and only.

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The first time she was frustrated. By the third time she was pissed. But the fourth and eighth and twelfth times, she barely remembered and didn’t care.

The first time they were at her apartment. After a second date. This was “faster” than was normal for her, but hell, people know when they want to have sex with each other, and she wanted to with him. She thought he felt the same way about her, but then…well, let’s set the scene first.

They were on her couch, the wine on the coffee table was barely touched, and his fingers were digging into the small of her back while she explored his mouth with her tongue. It was exciting to find that he knew how to use his lips and that his tongue listened to hers. She listened to his, too, and its directions were clear and direct.

As he let his weight fall onto her, she could feel that he was aroused. He was practically about to burst through his jeans. His erection trapped in there must be downright painful, she thought, and she actually imagined it tearing through his pants; it was cartoonish and she nearly laughed, but the image of its sudden entrance into the space between them, its dramatic thrust into her mind’s eye, was also sexy as hell and she felt herself getting wet.

His other hand was up her shirt now, enjoying her skin and the lines her ribs drew to her breasts. His fingers traced the barrier that was her bra, while his first hand pulled her closer to him.

Then his cellphone rang. “Sorry,” he whispered, and he answered it.

He managed a small business–she didn’t remember the details, it was only a second date, after all–and the call had to do with work. He sat there, on her couch, one hand holding the phone, the other cruelly caressing her thigh. And he talked, that bastard, for a good five minutes, putting out a figurative fire while she considered making decaf or watering her plants. She watched the bulge in his pants deflate a little. And then completely.

He finally hung up, apologized (it was an emergency), told her he had had fun, and left the apartment.

That Saturday morning she went to his place after a simple text message invitation: “Let me make up the other night to you. I have some time this morning if you’d like have breakfast.”

He had made a breakfast fit for the cover of a Good Housekeeping, but they never touched it. They said “Hi” then were at it again. Finding their way to his bed, he kissed her right, and touched her right. Yet only through her clothes; he made no effort to unbutton a blouse or unzip a fly. This went on for five minutes, ten minutes…it felt like hours. Call her old-fashioned, she liked a man who took control of situations like these, but she decided to be a bit more forward; she would at least hint at what she wanted.

She let her fingers dance on his belly. It was flat and firm and, only naturally, her fingers found their way under the elastic waistband of his underwear. He liked it, she surmised, because he was growing inches below her hand.

He mirrored her motions, playing with her tummy and the lacy waistband of her underwear. They stayed like that, for some time, mouths tasting mouths, necks, and throats; fingers teasing pubic regions; both of them torturing each other delightfully, until…

He looked at the clock, and whispered, again, “Sorry.” He was meeting his friends for a game of basketball–he did it every Saturday–and he was going to be late.

“Are you kidding me?” she thought. But she just nodded, “Oh, that’s OK.” She straightened her shirt and that was that.

They met a third time–dinner, movie, and back to the couch where they began! She learned the movements and sounds of his body even better. She ran her hand up and down his lean thighs until she thought she’d cry out in frustration. He felt her up and kissed her bosom, but only the top part exposed above her completely-still-on-bra! She liked what his tongue did, his hands too, and his scent and his moans were instilled in her memory.

Then it happened again. The reason is of little import. Just know he said “Sorry” and they separated before an article of clothing could be shed. She was angry at him, and she didn’t care if she had any right to be. So much so that when he asked her out again, her initial reaction was to tell him unequivocally “No!” But thinking better of it, she called him, and she asked, point-blank, why hadn’t they had sex?

“You don’t seem to be impotent?” she queried. “Do you have a disease? Aren’t you into me?”

But the cool sexy dude just sighed on the other end of the line. The sigh reminded her of his gentle gasps of pleasure made when she nibbled his ear. “The timing has never been right,” is all he told her. He said it without apology. Without embarrassment. And she found the answer, perplexingly, satisfying. She agreed to go out with him again. They decided to go dancing.

The club was dense with people and the not-unpleasant aroma of sweat and spilt beer. Tonight, she wore more makeup than usual and the kind of tiny black dress that turns men into drooling dogs. And damn it if he didn’t look especially good too, in an impeccably-fitting shirt and a day’s growth of stubble.

They had never danced together before, but soon she began to hope that the old adage was true when it came to him, that a person dances like they make love. His touch and the beat of the music guided their movement. Her arousal was paramount. Shoulder-to-shoulder with dozens of other couples, here there would be no exploring each other with lips. Instead they danced closer, and tighter, and when his hand pressed the small of her back, she remembered his toying with the top of her panties. When the music drowned out all other sound, she remembered the tender sucking sound he had made when kissing her chest.

Before long, her want for him was so great, it was painful. Her desire to be undressed and unceremoniously had burned like an insatiable itch.

Itch.

Itch.

The itch grew and simmered and burned, and then, somehow…passed. Or perhaps not “pass,” because it was still there. It may have instead transpired into something else. Because an itch is something that demands to be scratched, just as hunger demands to be fed. Food is the pleasure received, while the hunger is the pain that demands pleasure. But here and now, in this loud throng of people, her itch stopped being the pain that desired pleasurous scratching; her itch became the pleasure itself. She slipped into a new plane of consciousness where the after-this-itch is never considered. This itch was the End All and Be All. She lived here, now, in that yearning and enjoyed it more than she had enjoyed anything before.

He must have liked living there too, for at the end of the night, they kissed goodbye, and neither of them invited the other to come spend the night.

They began to see each other more and more often, kissing and caressing like teenagers, never undressing, only building a greater and greater itch, illustrated by their wetness and hardness.

This went on for weeks.

They did little else.

One cold morning, three months after their second date, they were in his bed, staying warm under the covers, and he did something she thought he would never do. He peeled off her t-shirt. And her bra. She mirrored his action, and he wore a shirt no more.

He removed her skirt. She, his pants. Done taking turns, now they worked together, an unconscious unit, and slid off each others’ underwear. Simultaneously, both pairs fell to the floor.

The undressing was new, and yet, it was not meant to achieve anything more than the grand itch they had become so damn good at creating. Their teasing sessions had lasted longer and longer. This chilly morning continued the trend. They began a marathon.

Naked. They continued to explore. Where those fingertips had danced under panty lines, now lips kissed and caressed. Softly, on nipples, more lips. Fingertips, his, she barely noticed, found the wet warmth between her legs. He brushed the flesh there just like he had the rest of her body. Her fingers found his member, and she gently, barely, stroked it.

Their fingers found the want and the itch they had built upfor such a long time.

This went on.

For a long time.

Every moment was delicious.

Then he glided himself into her. Months of exploration and delicate meandering was replaced by gentle undulation. Remember that the aim of their desire had disappeared long ago. They had sought only the desire itself, and thus forgotten all about the next derivative of that longing. So, like being given sight after a lifetime of blindness, his being inside her brought them awe.

The desire spread through her core and down her extremities. He seemed to fill all the places that the desire touched. His moans that she’d come to know so well became loud and desperate and she loved his crying out to her. She herself cried out as he pumped. The neighbors heard and the bed beat the wall. It was hot under the covers and the sheets were soaked. Tears came to their eyes as their itch was satisfied. Being had never felt so good. Together, they came, and a long moment of bliss overtook them.

His weight on her.

The stickiness of their skin.

His lips still on hers.

Gratification and peace and all that is right.

Stillness.

But not for long.

For the itch… The desire… The want… The need and the nagging… The begging and the yearning…

They all seep back to them.

“Again,” she says to him. “Let’s do it like that, again.”

He nods, happy to oblige, knowing it will take another three months to have her, like that, again.

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It's exactly one year and ten months since the day ibiwari became mine, the centre of my life and all that I live for. Looking back now I shiver at the thought of ever staying without him. If I had seen love and experienced what it feels like to love and be loved then I owe it all to ibiwari, my soft spoken ,easy going prince charming.

Hey don't sell that dummy to me about no perfect man because I'm not buying it, I am currently living with one,yes we are through with the introduction and our wedding plan is under way.I am relishing the incredible sweetness being in love brings




What if I didn't say "hi" to him that very instance our eyes met ?I don't want to imagine it, I am everly grateful to the unseen angel that put the courage in me.

I relaxed on the car seat stroking my engagement ring, Ibiwari has gone into the mall to get us some snacks, we'd been on the road all through the day making one arrangement after another ,our wedding was just a month away, how time fly?

It was a boring afternoon and the power providers did it again. I was listening to music from my transistor radio still it didn't do much to ease the boredom, I remembered the sports club was always busy with people coming in to engage in different sporting activities so I decided to take a walk down town.

I wore any casual T-shirt on a black fitted skin pants and lazily hit the road, I could hear the noise from the bustles inside the sports centre ,I knew I would feel better soon so I took a seat at a strategic position that could enable me have a full view of the tennis court which was my favorite sportscaster.



I ordered for a can of fruit juice and some chin -chin .one of the players was beating his opponent silly ,I chucked as I watched.

Few minutes after my arrival the rain began to drizzle, damn and I had no umbrella,it'd take some walk to get into the hall and I didn't want my body to get soaked,I looked for options,just then I saw him coming, walking briskly trying to open his umbrella,without invitation I dashed in to share with him before someone else does.we walked together into the sports hall and sat on one of the couch, he was busy looking out through the window like he was searching out for someone.

'Hi I am Joyce" I said and stretched out my hand for a handshake,"I am ibiwari " he replied and took my hand in a very warm handshake that lasted longer than usual,
his soft warm and subtle touch soothed even the most bored part of me ,I reluctantly let go of his hand,my hold was long and embarrassing, even though he didn't say so,he was only smiling, my breath was heavy like a sprinter who was just finishing up a race, It was magical that instant some chemical were released and I could swear there and then we were meant for something more ..

Ibiwari was a shy guy I noticed, he still is,a man of few words,he knows what he wanted at every point, he does it without saying much,it was vivid right there at the hall,he'd steal a look at me when he felt I wasn't looking,Rihanna's "Man down" was playing on his bluetooth,

I took him in ,in few seconds I could write a piece on his looks,drop dead handsome, his complexion was butter-like,amazing dentition,he looked sporty .I fell in love with him at first sight,but his attention wasn't with me,he was engrossed in the music.
"I'm a Rihanna fan" I told him and made sure my hand brushed his as I stretched to touch the bluetooth,"oh I see"he replied and asked for my favourite tune, I told him and asked for his and he told me,conversation kicked from there, we talked music and sports, politics and social issues, Ibiwari was clearly excited at my brilliance, "Joyce you're intelligent and informed" he said smarting up,he took my hands in his "it's not every day that you meet a young woman this smart" he said smiling into my face,I laughed and said "thanks a lot"

It was about 2 hours of heavy downpour but we didn't notice it,we were lost in hearty conversation, at the end Ibiwari offered to take me home and I accepted, the way I felt I would have asked to join him in his car had it been he didn't make the offer.

It was a short ride to my house ,I was reluctant to get off the car,he smiled all through, we exchanged contacts and he promised to visit me at home,he did visit the next day,he took me out to the ice cream joint and we spent the whole evening gisting

"I am sure it's love I'm feeling for you" he told me one night,about a month into our friendship, we were at his balcony, I pretended I didn't hear him,he held me on my shoulder and drew me closer to him and held me tightly.


"Joyce I love you and I'd be so glad to have you in my life ,not just as a friend but that special one I'd cherish" he said looking straight into my eyes,by now you could guess my response? I was extremely happy and I told him it's been my deepest desire.

Ibiwari worked as an expertriate in a multinational firm,he's a genius, at 32 he's lived in five different countries, very humble and dedicated, I was lucky to meet him.

Dating was Paradise, he was the lamb and he took in my shits,everyday he made me get better."what I fell in love with is the woman inside of you, you're an amazing being, I loved the way we connect on every level, I know you were created for me"he told me the night before the morning he proposed to me,I didn't let him finish asking me"If I'd be his wife " before I screamed "Yessss"

"I'd be your wife, your soulmate and the mother of your kids" I desired it and am getting it,Ibiwari wouldn't accept I loved him more "you're my Cinderella, my pumpkin, Joyce you're my everything"

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His Facebook posts were all about suicide, he made several attempts to take his own life, finally he succeeded
I don't know but maybe nobody understood him

Nobody loved him rightly
The death chant was enormous, the spirit of death lived in him
I don't know about judgment but his soul will know it wasn't well

If Chukwuemeka Akachi was my friend,I would have looked out for him.

But most of his friends were busy laughing at him,mocking him about wanting comments.

Stay with people who understands you.
Love people properly,If you can't help,don't mock.


Whenever you begin to feel uncomfortable about things going on in your life, and it's causing you sleepless nighst and making you restless,please seek help.

Olalan:
And yet nobody want to be seen to be discussing about sexual relations so as not to be tagged as a loose fellow

And it's causing more harm than good

ladiesreject:
400 million condoms anually and not even a single one used by me is there.

Smh for ladies rejecting me

Hahahsha,you should be happy then.

Johnjnr:
That figure is too small abeg. I know of men that can use over 100 condoms per year.

Lol
Its what the stats stated

'Nigerians use 400 million condoms annually' -

Society For Family Health has revealed.

The youths have the greatest percent closely followed by the middle aged.
This figure has been consistent for the past 4 years.

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Oh thanks a lot for the guide.I'm new here.a friend introduced this platform .
I sincerely appreciate this.
God bless you.

MrNipplesLover:




the gender wasn't my concern actually, but the name

and the way you replied him with "no wonder you are a headless-chicken" really cracked me up. u needed to see how I was laughing

that name funny.


funny peeps full this NL.


ok, sha.it


stay blessed.

Hahaha
that's how life should be,fun,fun,fun

that's what life should be all about.

Enjoy your day

Blakjewelry:
Lol na fight?

Lol,Not fighting, I'm not a trouble person.

MrNipplesLover:
Headless.chicken?


what a name

Hahahaha don't mind heady..I don't even know if na he or she, but I guess a he,a Liverpool fan maybe.

Headlesschicken:
Yuh blog kee u dia...

No Wonder you're a headless chicken..���

What are the biggest distinctions between the women you date for sex and the women you date in the hopes of building something more?
---------------------------------------------------

"Questions. I think if they're asking questions about me and I'm asking questions about them then we probably are interested in each other for more than sex.

"Mainly, intelligence. She has to have a good head on her shoulders to be more than a sex object."

"Those aren't separate categories for me. I go on dates to form friendships that may include sex."

"My hope is that every date could be at least be fuckbuddies, and I'm open to any of them being relationships, too."

"Never dated anyone for sex. Had a weekend fling once, though if long distance weren't a factor we likely would have dated following it."

"No difference in the beginning. But if the woman wants sex and no more, I may still date her because that's nice too."

You're not alone! "I'm nervous about this answer; I genuinely don't know the difference."

"I don't date for sex. That's a thing that happens naturally (theoretically!) between friends who are attracted to one another."

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babyfaceafrica:
lies....made up story

This is the reason you bought a phone? to go about looking for trouble? Lol
Peace be with you.

There were two guys, first was Chukwudi then Chinedu, Tina did not know they were brothers because she met them In different places and times.

Tina had a male friend his name was Francis,one day Tina called Francis for a chit -chat,during the conversation Francis asked her to say "hi" to his friend whom was in his room also,Francis handed the phone to his friend ,a male too.

He said hello to Tina and introduced himself as Chukwudi,after some banter he gave the phone back to Francis.

Few minutes after Tina's phone conversation with Francis a strange number called her, she picked up the call and the voice said '"I am Chukwudi. Francis's friend" he told Tina he wanted to ask her about a particular telly show he overheard her discussing with Francis.

"it was a ploy to get my attention." Tina said "so we got talking from that point, he sounded polite and mature, I told Francis about this and he told me it was his plan, according to him Chukwudi was a gem,because I was not in any relationship it was easy for me to warm up to Chukwudi,

For two months we were everywhere together, in the first one month we spent quality times together, I felt we were meant to be.

In the 3rd month of our relationship Chukwudi traveled back to England where he based, he kept in touch ,he sent me money and gifts
.

I missed him everyday and prayed for the relationship to progress.

But it wasn't to be because on the eight month Chukwudi traveled to Malaysia and I didn't hear from him again.

I told Francis about this and he assured me that Chukwudi was doing fine and that he'd call me once he settled in.

I was hurt and broken,after months of waiting I moved on painfully though.

3 years later I met this Guy at a friend's sister's wedding, he approached me at the after wedding party and we got talking. we exchanged contacts and weeks later we agreed to date,his name was Chinedu, cute and obviously ready to settle down, I promised to give my best to him. '"

Our relationship was about in the 13th month while on a visit to his house, Chukwudi surfaced, I was at the dinning room waiting for Chinedu to come over for lunch, he came downstairs with this guy who looked so familiar, getting closer he was Chukwudi and he recognized me ," Tina "he called out to me and I called his name.

Chinedu stood surprised, "did you know each other? " he asked we said yes and I added 'through a friend

Lunch was tensed up for me. Chinedu introduced Chukwudi as his half brother and me as his girlfriend. I could see the bitterness in Chukwudi's face

After lunch Chukwudi took my number.

Chukwudi has not let me have peace since that day
"You can't do this Tina, I loved you ,you can't marry my half brother, please I got into some shit in Malaysia, immediately I got back I looked for you "

Chukwudi and Chinefu were from different mothers but same father..... ..

I carefully told Chinedu about my friendship with his half brother Chukwudi leaving out the sensitive parts but Chukwudi is high headed ,threatening to spoil my marriage plans with Chinedu"I will stop that marriage if you fail to listen to me Tina,you cannot marry my brother ",but I won't leave Chinedu.

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Omalee:
The decision to marry Steve was meant to save so many things ,but it ended up distabilizing and destroying so much .

I am all alone battling every force that come my way.



Everybody is against me, Steve, his family, my family ,our circle of friends, even known and unknown forces.

What was my offence?
I gave one pint of my blood to my ex boyfriend, my own blood!!

Ernest was my school boyfriend, we had plans to get married but midway into our NYSC, Steve showed. Up,
To be frank,I had no much love for Steve, he was a likeable young man full of energy and vitality, he was doing very well in his business and he had enough to give me a comfortable living,So I decided to leave Ernest and marry Steve, I felt Steve had brighter plan and future for. me.Ernest was a fresh graduate just like me, he had a lot of plans but had none going on yet.

Ernest was heartbroken, but I had issues to sort out in my family.
My mum and Dad earned little from their teaching Job, as educated as they were, they didn't plan their family, my mum had Seven of us, 5 girls and two boys, I was the oldest, I knew how I managed to get through school, from my high school I did holiday Jobs, worked at petrol stations and shops for peanuts .




It was looking blank for my younger siblings, they kept waiting years.after high school to seek for university admission in order to give spaces for one another so my parents can cope with the funding.

Nobody does anything for anybody. my uncles were all training their children ,we had to manage the available resources within our reach.
These were what I considered before I made that decision to marry Steve.

It was not like me and Ernest didn't have something good, far from it, our love was amazing,we shared fantastic moments together, it was painful and hard for me, deciding to leave him, but I chose to live for the moment.
http://www.omaleeblog.com/2019/01/i-can-understand-my-husbands-emotional.html?m=1

Read the full story on my blog ,and also other stories and relationship gists&tips.

www.omaleeblog.com

Thanks a lot.

The decision to marry Steve was meant to save so many things ,but it ended up distabilizing and destroying so much .

I am all alone battling every force that come my way.



Everybody is against me, Steve, his family, my family ,our circle of friends, even known and unknown forces.

What was my offence?
I gave one pint of my blood to my ex boyfriend, my own blood!!

Ernest was my school boyfriend, we had plans to get married but midway into our NYSC, Steve showed. Up,
To be frank,I had no much love for Steve, he was a likeable young man full of energy and vitality, he was doing very well in his business and he had enough to give me a comfortable living,So I decided to leave Ernest and marry Steve, I felt Steve had brighter plan and future for. me.Ernest was a fresh graduate just like me, he had a lot of plans but had none going on yet.

Ernest was heartbroken, but I had issues to sort out in my family.
My mum and Dad earned little from their teaching Job, as educated as they were, they didn't plan their family, my mum had Seven of us, 5 girls and two boys, I was the oldest, I knew how I managed to get through school, from my high school I did holiday Jobs, worked at petrol stations and shops for peanuts .




It was looking blank for my younger siblings, they kept waiting years.after high school to seek for university admission in order to give spaces for one another so my parents can cope with the funding.

Nobody does anything for anybody. my uncles were all training their children ,we had to manage the available resources within our reach.
These were what I considered before I made that decision to marry Steve.

It was not like me and Ernest didn't have something good, far from it, our love was amazing,we shared fantastic moments together, it was painful and hard for me, deciding to leave him, but I chose to live for the moment.
http://www.omaleeblog.com/2019/01/i-can-understand-my-husbands-emotional.html?m=1

careytommy37:
Were you abused as a child?
Why are all your stories about sex?

It's not all about sex.
I'm a relationship writer,,I have stories that touches other aspect's.

Maybe because of the rampant cases of infidelity, I get more stories on sex.
But my blog niche is on relationship, love and family.

valdes00:

but I didnt see the remaining of this particular story

It's the part two.
I will. Post it later maybe on Sunday or Monday

JONSYN7154:
like seriously I only saw one

Ii tried viewing it from here and it's showing the web version.

I'm using blogger's blog.

You can simply use chrome..type in on your browser

www.omaleeblog.com

It'd show you the home and pages.

Thanks

babyfaceafrica:
fake

God bless you

valdes00:

you are good..... going to that blog of yours instantly

Thanks a lot
God bless you