They say love is blind, but mine was deaf, dumb, and paralyzed.
I met Tunde during my service year in Abuja.
He was handsome, charming, and every girl’s dream.
Within a month, he asked me to be his girlfriend.
Within two months, he moved into my apartment “temporarily” after claiming his rent expired.
I was young and in love. I did everything for him — cooking, washing, even borrowing money to help him start a business idea he kept promising would blow soon.
My friends warned me.
“He’s too smooth,” they said. “He’s using you.” they whispered. But I shut them out. Love conquers all, right? Wrong. Until One evening, while scrolling, Continue Reading.
