When I was growing up, I thought everyone was genuine. But that belief began to fade when I discovered that people cannot be trusted. And dating, honestly, is the worst.
I never believed in dating, but I gave it a try — not because I wanted to play around, but because I wanted to settle down with a woman who could help me become the best version of myself. That vulnerable woman who came pretending to be poor turned out to be a snake.
I remember discussing my plans with her — how I wanted to buy a brand-new camera to support my creative work. We agreed to keep a cashbox in my room where I would save money.
That big, beautiful cashbox stayed in my room for almost a year. Each sunrise, I placed a substantial amount inside. For almost a year, I was sweating, saving, hoping, dreaming of owning a sophisticated camera that would help me become a professional media consultant. The dream grew stronger every day, and the excitement was something I couldn’t resist.
Then one day — just one day — when the moon was full and the year was wrapping up, we sat comfortably in my room, ready to open the cashbox. The feeling of being rich filled me completely. In my mind, I kept saying, “I am rich. I’m finally going to buy my camera.”
I took a knife and opened the cashbox. My first glance inside made me sweat. My hands were shaking, but I continued counting what was there. My heart was pounding as the numbers dropped.
After counting the last cent, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t even saved two thousand leones. The room felt like it was spinning. Everything in me turned upside down. I looked at her sitting on the bed and asked, “Did you steal my money?”
I asked the question three times. And she nodded yes.
My reaction was calm. I only told her to leave my room and never come back. My hope and dream of becoming rich died at the hands of someone I called my girlfriend.
This is one of the stories my ex will never tell her man.
Imagine this happened to you — what would your reaction be?
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