I Used My Connections to Save His Career But His Response Made Me End It

When we met, he was driving a very nice car. He came to my house with the car and talked a lot about what he had to go through to buy it. He would take me out and bring me back. He proposed in the third week, but I said no because I wanted to study him for a while.

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He was consistent in the ways he showed love and said he wanted to marry me as soon as I said yes. I agreed at some point because I had come to love him. He was a quiet person, which I had problems with, but I overlooked that side and loved him because of how he consistently showed that he loved me.

Before he came into my life, there was this man who was trying to make me his girlfriend. He is an old and wealthy man with a lot of influence. This man gave me money and, whenever we went out, he introduced me to important people. I had said no to his proposal, but because I was still single, I kept hanging around him so I could have free money and also meet influential people through him.

I thought I was being honest and transparent, so I told Akwasi, my boyfriend, “There’s this man, George, who’s just a friend, but he has proposed to me and I said no. He calls often, but I’m finding a way to let him down slowly. I don’t want to lose him because of his influence, but now that I have you, I will slowly and respectfully let him fade off the scene.”

This is the beginning of my woes. Akwasi would come to my house, and I would get a call. It would be anyone at all, but he would ask me to tell him everything the person said to me. If it was George calling, he would ask me to put him on loudspeaker.

Akwasi called after work, and there was a call waiting. He kept calling until I asked the person I was talking with to excuse me. When I picked up his call, he asked, “Who are you on the phone with?” “A friend,” I answered. He said, “Merge the call. I want to hear what he’s telling you.”

It turned into a huge argument, so I told him I would cut the person’s call so I could speak with him. He said I should call the person back and add him to the call. The relationship was only six months old. He concluded, “That’s what you do, and later you tell me you’re cutting them off slowly, but you never do.”

This guy talked about money, yet gave me nothing. He would come to my house, and I would cook for him, serve him, and clean up after him like he was my husband. I would go to his house and do the same thing there, but he would never give me money. I’m also the kind of woman who never asks a man for money, so when my car had issues, I intentionally told him, “My steering rack is giving me issues. The mechanic says I should pay this much.”

He would only say, “Hmmmm,” and watch me fix my car, and would later call to ask how the car was doing. The red flags kept flying, but I always made excuses for him.

He came to have issues at the place he was working. It’s one of the top government institutions. He was on the verge of losing his position because of the politics there. When he told me, I said I knew one of their top bosses I could speak to so he could fix the situation for him. Me and my big mouth. That man I was talking about, Boakye, also wanted a relationship with me, but because I said no, the relationship I had with him died down. However, because I wanted Akwasi to keep his job, I picked up the phone and called Boakye.

Akwasi was there with me when I was talking to Boakye on the phone on loudspeaker. I put what I needed nicely before him, and he said, “When I wanted you, you said no to me, but now you’re asking me to help your boyfriend, right?” I laughed and said, “Oh, he’s not my boyfriend. He’s my uncle’s first son. The situation at home is hard, so losing that position will bring a lot of hardship.”

Finally, Boakye agreed to help and asked me when I was going to see him. I answered I would see him soon when I was around his office. I had to even cut the conversation short so it didn’t go deeper. It took less than two weeks for Akwasi’s position to be restored. Three months later, he asked me, “So what did you give to the man after he helped me?”

I understood the implication of his question, but I played dumb. “That man has everything, so what can I give to repay him?” He said, “Are you sure you didn’t do anything crazy?”

This conversation ended in a fight, and he later apologized.

I don’t know how this guy got access to my phone. One day he blew up, asking questions only a person who had gone through my phone could ask. Questions about the conversation I had with my best friend, questions about George and why he called me sweetheart, and then about Eric and why he called me dear and said he had missed me. Age-old conversations I had with my brother even popped up.

I told myself, “Naaa, this won’t work. I have to walk away.” So when, out of anger, he accused me of sleeping with Boakye to get his position restored, I told him, “Who are you that I would waste my vagina on? Did you buy the air I breathe?”

I couldn’t take it anymore, so I broke up with him then and there. For weeks, this guy came begging and promising a better version of himself. I forgave him and took him back.

He was no longer using the car I saw him using. He was telling me he needed to rent a different apartment when he had already told me the place he lived belonged to him. It turned out the car he said he suffered to buy belonged to his elder brother. Same with where he was living. He had issues with his brother, so his brother took the car from him and asked him to leave his house.

He told me he was thirty-six when we met. It turned out he was only thirty-one, just two years older than me. I had told him I wouldn’t date a young guy my age, so he lied to get a yes from me. I forgave all these things. Because he didn’t have a permanent place, he often came to my place to spend the day or the night sometimes.

He came one afternoon and said he was hungry. I asked him to go to the fridge, take the stew, heat it, and eat it with the rice I had already cooked. He insisted I do it for him, and I said I was tired. He said, “What do you mean you’re tired? How do you expect me to go to the kitchen when you’re there sleeping? Would you say that to those men of yours?”

I got up from the sofa, opened the door, and asked him to leave my house. I was a girl possessed. I acted like a witch whose daughter had been eaten by another witch. If he had tried to fight, I would have fought him. “Get out of my house and never come here again. You think I’m your slave?”

I pushed him out and locked the door to my heart. I’m not the crying type, but I cried a little. I needed to cry out the pain of allowing him to mess with my life that way.

He’s still standing at the door knocking, asking for one more chance. Telling me he’s ready to work on his weakness to become a better man for me. I’ve never blocked anyone in my life, but I warned him, “You’ll be the first person I’ll block the next time you call or text me.”

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His office is not far from mine, so he comes around pretending to be talking to his friends there just so he can get the opportunity to say hi to me. He’s the one suffering now, and I’m glad I could hand over the suffering baton to him.

—Dora

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