Every woman’s dream is to get successful, get married to the love of their life, and settle down with kids. That was my dream too. Until I got involved with the wrong man, and that changed the course of my life, forever.
My name is Sarah, and I’m a married woman, with a kid. Ten years ago, I was a carefree, happy 31 years old lady who dreamt of love. Then, I met him. He seemed perfect at the time, not minding the fact that he was 3 years younger than me. But at that time, I didn’t care. After all, “love doesn’t care,” right?

We dated and dated, for a horribly long time. The weeks progressed into months and the months into years. Five years passed and nothing happened, no ring, no “will you marry me?” I waited, and hoped, nor knowing that time wasn’t waiting with me. Gradually, without even realizing, I was getting older, and the regular string of suitors died down.
Every opportunity I had, I tried to bring up the topic of marriage. One way or the other, he would waive it down. My parents, my friends, they all adviced the same thing, “this man is not serious with you, go find another man.” But I never took their advice serious, I was too blinded by love.
Two years passed and our relationship had become more stagnant. We just weren’t the same people that fell in love again. The kisses stopped, the hugs stopped, the cuddling stopped. I remember crying to my wrinkled reflection on the mirror, begging God to turn back the hands of time. Since he didn’t want to sleep with me again, I gave alcohol the chance. Sorrow became my best friend and as time passed, I retired more into my work, hoping that more money would make me happy. The money never helped.
One day, I summoned up the courage to confront him. There and then, he told me pointedly that he could never marry me. My anger got the best of me and I threw him out of my house, hoping he would come back begging with an engagement ring in his hands. I was terribly wrong.
After coming back to my senses, I begged and begged. He just hung up on me and his number never went through again. Being the woman I was, I decided to pick up the remaining scraps of my life and move on. And one fateful day, I met him again.
I was careful not to approach him, and when I mustered courage to do so, another lady approached him. Too blinded by my own tears, I stumbled out of there. It wasn’t the way they kissed that made me cry, it was the baby bump on her stomach. She was pregnant.
I’m 41 now. Along time, I met another man. He was fifty at the time, but I didn’t mind. Now I’m married to him, with a child. I’m his third wife. I regret my past with the other man. I’ve always dreamt of a happily married life with three kids before 40. My experience with him crushed my dream.
I’m still hoping, that I’ll learn to love my current husband, that I’ll learn to be happy, that I’ll stop the crying before sleep, that I’ll stop the fake smiles.
To the men, please don’t keep women waiting. Let them know their stand with you. To the women, don’t be as foolish as I was. When you see that the relationship us stagnant, get out of it. Don’t make the same mistake that I made, and become the woman that will never be happy again.

©Derazyaja

Derazy Ajah

Ajah Goodnews Chidera Socially known as Derazy Ajah is an aspiring student of Ebonyi State University, with the aim of studying law. An indigene of Ebonyi State, she has a soft spot for writing, which she started at age 12, "Writing is simply the way I put out my thoughts",she always say. Her love for writing led her to put down nice peice of works. She has written lots of beautiful works. She owns the blog site where she puts out her works. She is the future yet to be seen.

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