More happiness, fear and doubt

We moved forward through and through. Many more dates, more trips, picnics, away from home. All this went on and on and on. Duncan was a kind of man who feared competition. He could never stand the fact that another man out there could show interest in me. One time as we were hanging out together, one of my ex's called my cell phone. To tell you the truth, I was equally shocked  because it had been a long time  and I could not imagine where he had even gotten  my contact number because sincerely I had changed my line. I felt uncomfortable talking to me so I hung up on recognising the caller. Little did I know that  was the beginning of problems with Duncan . 

Duncan looked so pissed off, so bitter, so mad. You are a prostitute he shouted right there in public amidst people at that hotel in a very loud voice. What the hell are you  talking about ! I defended my self. I did not even give out my number to the caller, Liar,! he shouted. He shouted. I will not marry a prostitute ! He continued  . I was shocked and became so speechless. How could he even say that? He slapped me so hard on my face.  Anyways I was not even impressed with the idea of marriage, I thought to myself.  All my life I had planned to get married at 28 or after because  in my life I knew a young girl who got tired of marriage at 21. And well, why would I marry a rude man. Never, not even for money. I consoled my self. I felt embarrassed though with the so much attention we got from the onlookers.

You cannot believe it, Duncan ordered me to go back to my house at 2am. Alone. He said he would not drop a prostitute home. Fear, anger, regret , doubt  went through me. How could I get home at 2am? I could not believe this. I quickly moved out of the hotel and thank God I found a motor cycle home at the car waiting place. I jumped on one at 2am.

Imagine getting onto a motorcycle ride at 2am with a stranger.  I was so scared but I had no choice. Suppose he killed me, rapped me, kidnapped me or robbed me!  I started imagining alot of things. What kind of relationship was I into?I prayed to God to help me reach home safe

Like an answer to a prayer, God is always faithful. Dear reader, I reached home safely. I paid the motorcycle fare and requested him to keep the change. The gentleman was so kind enough to wait for me open the gate and ensured I was in safe. I thanked him and wished him a safe journey. Since God had helped me through this night strugglr, I had to run for my life away from this possessive relationship . Minutes home, I kindly  switched off my phone but couldn't sleep. I kept thinking of how rude, arrogant, inconsiderate he had been. Icould not imagine moving forward with the relationship. 

We were already a year in the relationship. He was renting me a house beyond my monthly earning. I was 2 months away before my current  rent expired. Through the rest of the hours of the morning I kept thinking and planning my next steps. I swore to do everything on my oawn. I decided to vacate that house as soon as I could. What mattered at that time was my mental health first.  I spent my Sunday day  home with my phone  switched off and my door properly closed. That hell of a man passed by but he didn't know whether I was home or away. He had no copies of keys to my house . He spent like an hour, my phone was unreachable and there were no signs whether I was home or not. I was satisfied with that action