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He Called Me A Witch In Front Of His New Girlfriend

silentbeads.com 2025/2/7

I told myself I wasn’t going to date a guy who lives in the same vicinity as me, so when Alfred came along, I started treating him like a friend. I referred to him as my big brother. I would introduce him to people as the brother I never had. Even when he made it clear that he didn’t want me to refer to him as a brother, I intensified the calls.

He passed in front of my house to get to his house. When he stood in front of his house, he could see me standing on my veranda. We could even stand in our individual houses and have a conversation across the void.

We were friends, but it didn’t stop people from suspecting that we were lovers. Even my own mom called him “asiw” when I’d told her in plain language that we were friends. Maybe all those comments got into his head, so he started pursuing me romantically.

He told me, “Have you seen any lady coming to my house? It’s all because of you. Everyone believes I’m dating you, so they avoid me. Plus, you’re the one I truly love.”

The door eventually opens up when you keep knocking. I accepted his proposal after friend-zoning him for over three years. Transitioning from friendship to being in love wasn’t easy for me, but he handled it like a knife through butter. Our first kiss was that bad. To me, I was doing it with a brother. I asked for patience, which he didn’t have.

I came to love him dearly, but he wanted the expression of love on his own terms. He was like, “If you truly love me, then why don’t you sleep at my place?” “You say you love me, but you’re always saying no to me.” “What kind of love koraa is this? I don’t see top ooo.”

I started doing some of the things he required of me. When it came to the deed, I asked for time. I didn’t know what I was using the time for, but I knew I needed it. Because I wouldn’t give it to him when he wanted it, he broke up with me. I went to his place to ask for another chance. Right then and there, he wanted a bite. I still said no.

He broke up with me again a few weeks later, and I went to ask for another chance. He told me, “You’re wasting my time when other ladies are dying to be with me.”

Just when I thought he had understood me, he started bringing in other women. At first, I thought he was just doing it to test my resolve until I confronted him one afternoon, and he said it in front of the other lady he was with, “This is my ex I said was a witch. Have you seen her?”

I cried like a child when I got home. I know it’s over now, but the thing is, anytime he passes by with another woman, I feel a sharp pang in my heart. For three years, when we were just friends, I never saw him with a lady, but in the past few months, I’ve seen him with more than four different women. Each of them kills me slowly.

I want to know the easy way to forget about him so I won’t feel this pain.

What makes it worse are my friends who come to tell me that they saw Alfred with another woman. Anytime he passes by with a lady and my mom is there, she gives me side-eyes. I know she’s judging me, and it hurts. Please help. I want to move on quickly because I don’t like the way he affects me.

— Dede

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