Never Settle for Less: My Eye-Opening Experience
I’m 39 years old, single, and proud of it. Over the years, I’ve faced a lot of pressure to settle down, especially from family members. But every time I try to give marriage a shot, some red flag always pops up, and before you know it, your girl is out of there. So, last month, I decided to give this guy a chance. He’d been after me for a while, wanting to start a relationship. Everything seemed fine at first—until he invited me over to his place. I thought, why not? So, off I went, but what I saw that day, thank God I went because it was an eye-opener. First off, this guy has serious anger issues. He got into a fight at an eatery, supposedly “for me,” but it was more embarrassing than anything else. Then, while driving, he pointed out someone from the car, and when I leaned over to get a better look in the mirror, he shouted at me! Can you imagine? As if that wasn’t enough, he started trying to convince me that some ancestral powers were behind my late marriage and that he was the one who could save me from them. I couldn’t help but laugh inside—who does that? When we got to his place, the complaints started rolling in. He had a fit about where I put my slippers, and I quickly realized he was one of those perfectionists who has different slippers for each room—bathroom, kitchen, sitting room—you name it. Meanwhile, in my own house, I couldn’t care less where the slippers land. Within a day of staying with him, I knew there was no future for us. He shouted at every little thing. When it was time to sleep, he tried to get something out of me, but I wasn’t having it. I turned him down, and he held a grudge all night, even going so far as to pull away if I accidentally touched him. The next day, I cooked rice. Now, I usually decant my rice, but he complained, saying he doesn’t eat rice like that. I was like, “What am I supposed to do with it then?” He told me to add water and put it back on the stove. Seriously? I knew then and there that this wasn’t going to work. I had already told him I’m a mix of hot and cold—whatever you want, you’ll get—but I made it clear I don’t like being shouted at. Did he listen? Nope. I was ready to leave, praying the whole night that I’d make it home in one piece. But before I could go, he started nitpicking about the money I spent to buy something, implying that I was lying about the cost. That was the last straw. I hate being called a liar, so I let the lion in me roar. I shouted right back at him and demanded he drop me off. I didn’t even know the estate route, but I didn’t care—I knew I’d find my way. He dropped me off and had the nerve to say I’d beg him to come back. My sisters, I never called him back, not even once. Little did he know, I blocked him on all social media while still in his house before we even left. I just had to share this story with you all—hope I made you proud!
