I am reblogging this post as I hope it will help many out there. Let no one suffer.
A couple of days ago, a friend of mine who wrote The Evil called Jungle Justice posted a story on his Facebook wall that made me wonder at the irony of this thing called Love.
I’ll share the tale right away:
I was okay on my own and working just fine until I met this guy in February last year. He asked me out.
After a few weeks, I decided to date him.
Two months later, when I was about to renew my rent, he pleaded with me not to do so.
He suggested that I move in with him since he lives in a two bedroom apartment.
At first, I was reluctant. But I consented because I loved him with all I had.
That was the genesis of us living together as a couple.
The first thing I noticed was that there was a particular lady with whom he…
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