Martin was not working when we met, but I fell in love with him because he was educated and had big dreams for himself. When everyone said it was not going to work, I told them, “He is a graduate. He will find a job soon, and all will be well.” For two years, I took care of him and even extended it to his family. I even paid the fees for his brother, who was in school. During those years, he always said, “God brought you into my life.
When he had interviews in faraway places, I gave him money, and sometimes he had to spend a night before the day of the interview. I also paid his hotel bills. God answered our prayers, and he got a well-paying job, and they even gave him accommodation. I waited a year before asking him, “So what next? When are we getting married?” He replied, “Hmmm, I am not sure. There is so much to do. Let me finish them before we think about marriage.” Another ye
I advised myself. When I told him I was leaving the relationship, he said, “If only it would make you happy.” I nodded and told myself, “That is the price you pay when you do not listen.” A year later, I met Elvis and we got married before our relationship was a year old. I met Martin a few months later. He did not look like the man he was when I was leaving him. We talked and he apologized for what he did to me. He said, “I am going through things because of the way I treated you.”
When I left him, he got a new job that promised a better salary and allowances, so he resigned from the job he was doing. He went to his new role only to realize things were not as they were painted to him, so he fought the hierarchy until he was fired, and now he is looking for a way out of the wormhole. I try to help him, but I can not do everything, and he knows that.
