I Gave Him My Bank And Momo Details And He Bet With Everything in My Account

I met him four years ago, at a time when I wasn’t looking for anything serious. We became friends first, the kind that grows quietly through conversations that stretch late into the night. I liked him early on, and I could feel the connection, but I kept it to myself. Six months into the friendship, our conversations began to change. The tone softened. The questions became personal. The pauses carried meaning. I knew then that he liked me too.

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We stayed friends for almost a year before we started dating. When we finally crossed that line, it felt natural, like something that had been waiting patiently for us. We’ve been together for three years now, and it hasn’t been easy. We’ve fought many battles, argued over small and big things, tested each other’s patience, and hurt each other in ways we didn’t always intend. Still, love somehow found a way to conquer each time.

One thing I noticed early in the relationship was how we handled conflict. Whenever we had issues and I went silent, hoping he would notice my pain and come to apologize, he did the opposite. He ignored me too. He could go days without saying a word, unmoved by my silence. Eventually, I would get tired of my own attitude and reach out to him just to end the tension. Even when I felt deeply wronged and wanted him to take the first step, he would stay angry, offended that I chose silence. Over time, I learned that silent treatment was never going to work with him. It wouldn’t soften him or make him reflect. So I changed. Whenever we had issues, I tried to talk immediately, even when I was hurt, because ignoring him only pushed us further apart.

Then came the bigger problem, the one that now has me questioning everything. He has been unlucky with jobs. For as long as I’ve known him, he hasn’t been able to secure a stable, well-paying job. His salary was always small, barely enough to survive on, leaving him with nothing to save at the end of the month. It was hand-to-mouth living, and I could see the toll it was taking on him and, by extension, on us. We were both growing older, and I started to worry about our future. With his current job, we were going nowhere.

He tried to get better opportunities, but nothing worked. Rejections became normal. Frustration settled in. At some point, I suggested he move to my region, where I believed there were better opportunities. I also talked to him about online jobs and other ways to make money through the internet. We discussed it, agreed on a plan, and he moved.

But after he arrived, something changed. It was as if all the conversations we had, all the plans we made, had vanished into thin air. He didn’t send his CV to the places I suggested. He made little to no effort to explore online opportunities. Days passed, then weeks, and nothing changed. I watched him settle into comfort while my frustration grew quietly. I spoke to him again, carefully, trying not to sound like I was nagging. That was when we decided to try Dubai.

He complained that even if he found a job here, the salary might not be any better. So we contacted someone who could help with the Dubai process. From the moment he came to my region, I supported him in every possible way. I didn’t hold back. I trusted him completely. He had access to my phone, my mobile money, even my bank account. That’s how much I believed in him.

He took money from my mobile money wallet often, and I never complained. He took money from my bank account twice, and I spoke up, calmly but firmly. I told him that account was strictly for savings. I had just started working there, trying to build my life. I also take care of my parents and siblings. My responsibilities are heavy, and that savings account meant security to me.

A few days ago, he took money from that same account again without telling me. I only found out when I tried to make a transfer and was told there was insufficient balance. He was in the room with me, watching as I struggled to call customer service, confused and stressed, trying to understand what was wrong. He said nothing. Not a word. After the call, it dawned on me that he had taken the money.

I asked him what he used it for. Deep down, I suspected it was for betting, something he had struggled with before, but he didn’t admit it. I was angry, hurt, and disappointed. I decided to stay quiet, hoping that this time he would realize how wrong he was and come to me to explain or apologize. It’s been almost a week. He hasn’t said a word. No explanation. No apology. Nothing.

I’m tired. Tired of the drama. Tired of carrying the weight of this relationship alone. I was even willing to take a loan in my name to help him travel for work. I have done everything a supportive girlfriend could possibly do, and still, this is how he treats me.

I want to break up with him, but I am scared. I don’t keep male friends. I have never cheated, never even thought about it. For three years, my world has revolved around him. I’m in a region far from my family and friends, working alone, building a life that feels increasingly lonely. The thought of starting over terrifies me. The loneliness. The heartbreak. The depression. All of it feels overwhelming.

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This situation is so embarrassing that I can’t even bring myself to tell my friends. I’m almost thirty. How do I start dating again? How do I open my heart after pouring everything into one person? He doesn’t seem like he plans to apologize or explain himself anytime soon. Meanwhile, I’ve been hurting in silence, questioning my worth, my choices, my future.

I’m exhausted. I’ve loved deeply. I’ve given generously. And now, I’m standing at a crossroads, afraid of both staying and leaving, wondering how loving someone so much brought me here.

—Beatrice

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