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Tuesday, 22 April 2014

Love And Betrayal

True Story: All Is Not Fair in Love

Hello Aunty Muna, my name is Joyce and I am 30 years old. I live in Lagos. I read you blog and tried to comment severally but i couldn't. I hope I'd be able to comment on this new blog. Kudos to you.
Aunty, I just discovered that real love is not just about being married to the one you love, it is about being truly loved by the one you love.

I want to share my story with you which is not about real love but actually a tale of deceit.
I have this friend, I knew her since primary school and we were best friends. I really loved her and she treated me like her twin sister, atleast that is what I thought. The only problem was that she was envious of me, she believed I was prettier and luckier than her and I started noticing it when she attributed every small success of my life to my 'beauty' and‘luck’. But I still had no problem with it at least we were so close. Even when we were in different universities we always kept in touch. At least we spoke like 4 times a day.

When I wanted to get married in my third year, she was the first person I told about it. I even introduced her to my man before anyone else. She sounded happy to meet with him, so happy that she bought me a gold bangle and made me promise that I would wear it on my wedding day. She met David several other times and told me she really liked him. Infact, I was glad that the two very close people in my life David and Rita, my best friend got along well with each other. It was all perfect till the day my parents called and told me they had found a husband for me. I could not think of my life without David and we both decided to abandon school and my family and run away and from there we would get married secretly. If I do this, my parents would not have a choice than to accept David even if they were not in support. I told Rita about my plans and she was in support. She said she had arranged for a hotel and her cousin who was a lawyer would help us in the secret wedding plans.

Then, on the day I was to leave the house, I got a call on our home land line. I picked up the phone and the man on the other side said he wanted to talk to my dad. It was a normal call but for some reason I panicked. I was ready to step out but something told me all was not well and I waited for the phone call to get over. I still think that was my blessing lol. Within minutes, my dad hung up and grabbed my arm, we struggled and he locked me inside a room. He told me it was my best friend that was on the other side and she had revealed to him my plans of running away with David. I couldn’t believe it. I was sure my dad was lying to me and was trying to create a rift between us. Until I thought to myself that my dad had not known anything about David......hmmm.

I coudn’t even contact anyone as my parents seized my mobile phone and I was locked up in one room. No one from outside the family was allowed to see or talk to me. I couldn’t call or receive anyone’s call. My mommy was upset with me and said that she believed my dad and she told me how my friend leaked our plans. The fact that she never tried to come to our house to check on me really shook me. But I still believed in David. After a few weeks, my dad relaxed the heavy security he put around me and I heard from David few times through the calls I made on our land line. I asked him why he wouldn't come with his people and make his intention known in front of my parents but he kept giving me excuses. I later realized that if he did not have the courage to come forward, he probably did not deserve me.

Those were two months of trauma. But with my supportive mom and a chirpy younger sister, I was able to get better in no time. After a while, I went back to school and learnt that David had finally run off with another girl. I discarded the news because I really wasn't interested but was shocked to know that he had run away with my best friend RITA! To say that I was shocked is an understatement but what could I do?

Now Aunty, Five years on, I am happily married and do not even think about these two snakes but sometime ago, she sent me an email asking me to forgive her. She wanted to reunite with me and said that marrying David was a wrong decision. Infact she said that David was a horrible person and that she was already in the middle of a divorce. She didn’t write about what happened and I didn’t bother to ask her.

I do not trust her and I do not even believe her words in the email. I have come quite a long way in my marriage with a loving and very caring husband whom I also love immensely. I am very happy with my present life. I noticed her address in the signature of her email and I couriered her, the gold bangle that she had bought me many years ago. I also sent a note to her saying;

Hey Rita, what goes around come around. Here is a gift for you in case you wish to remarry after your divorce.

I wanted to write more but my husband said silence is more powerful than words.

Whenever I think about this episode, my heart is filled with wrath but then I think of my darling husband and feel that she was so right when she called me beautiful and lucky.

I am indeed lucky and luckier than her. And she is also a bit lucky because she got a friend who, despite all the pain in heart, won’t reveal her real name on a public forum.

Thanks Aunty for your space. For some reason I feel a lot better sharing this story with you and the world. A word of advice to fellow sisters, please keep your man away from your best friend. If they don't hurt you, no one will hurt you... They are wolves in sheep clothing... Learn from my mistake......Love You Aunty and Stay blessed....

1 comment:

  1. Yippie! I hope I'm d first 2 comment on our aunt's new blog! I'm happy 2 be a member of dz wonderful family again. @Aunt Muna I dug my cap 4 u!

    @D story, such a story dt touches d heart. The definition of what goes around comes around. I hope ladies out there would stick 2 her advice coz dy R lots of Husbands and BF's snatchers out there.



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