Let’s say I was telling my boyfriend about a friend of mine whose boyfriend was cheating on her. He’d squeeze his face in anger. He’d say, “I don’t understand why men cheat.” Then he’d proceed to preach to me and debunk that tale that men can’t stay with one woman. He was the number one hater of men who womanise.
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We have been dating for three years now, and since we started, I had to deal with lots of things, but cheating wasn’t one of them, so I didn’t even bother checking his phone. He was on contract as an engineer then, but when it ended, he was back home with his hands between his knees. So I stepped up and started providing for his needs. I teach in a private school. The little I got, I split into two, gave the love of my life part of it, and spent part on myself. It was a widow’s mite, but I gave it willingly.
We fought constantly over his communication problem. He has an ego bigger than Chairman Wontumi’s. Very, very big. He wouldn’t apologise when he was wrong, and even when he was wrong, he’d twist and turn things until you were the one apologising.
Some months ago, I received a call. Before that call, my boyfriend had warned me, “Don’t pick up unknown numbers.” He said that nowadays scammers were upping their game when it came to scams, so I should be careful.
The person on the other end was a woman who was scared of talking at first. I encouraged her to talk, and she didn’t only talk, she spilled the tea. Her mission was to call me and tell me that we were rivals.
“How many years have you been dating him for?”
“Three years and some months, just like me and him.”
Her advantage was that she lived in the same community as him, whereas I was somewhere else, visiting once in a while.
We compared notes and found that we had both funded the building he put up. Our money was going into what we thought were the homes we’d move into after marriage.
When I confronted him, he responded that when he sees us, he sees that we have both suffered with him. He loves us both, and he is going to be there for both of us whenever we need him. He was saying things that I couldn’t make sense of. He asked me to think about his proposition.
And I’m trying to find sanity in all of this mess. This man loves going to church. He does not miss any service. He loves God. He’ll call me at dawn to tell me to pray. We pray together for the present and the future we have together.
His parents know about the two of us, and I want to think they are his enablers. How they watch him string the two of us along, I don’t know. Until the other woman called me, I would never have known. Also, she’s saying that there are lots of girls who…
She tells me he was kind of abusive to her, with his hands and his mouth. He did mundane things. He wasn’t abusive to me at all. I didn’t know this kind of man existed until this happened. I was a happy girlfriend who used to think I had won, that I had bagged a hardworking man. I didn’t know there was another character to him that existed.
The lady is now my friend. We call and text each other once in a while. We have not started laughing over it. It is still new and fresh in our hearts and minds. But I believe that, in years to come, we’ll laugh over it until our tummies ache.
I Called My Girlfriend And Another Man Answered The Phone
He knows that we are friends. He tried to stop us from being friends, but it didn’t happen.
I was writing an exam in the middle of this unfolding mess, and I thank God I was able to write something at least. Even then, my mind kept drifting back to everything that was happening. I’d stare at the question paper, trying to remember what I had studied, only for my thoughts to return to the betrayal, the lies, and the pain waiting for me outside that exam hall.
— Jenny
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