I’m the happiest man on earth right now—finally, she said “Yes”! I’ve never experienced love like this before.

This wonderful woman is based in the UK. Even though I have nothing, she accepted me as I am and has been showing me so much love since we met. We have a huge age gap—I’m 23, and she’s in her late 50s—but that doesn’t matter because age is just a number. Love is all that matters.

The most important thing is that we share a bond. We felt butterflies on our very first meeting. We love each other, and we’ve chosen to make it official. Hope you wish us well! ❤️

My story is a long one, but I intend to clear my name and explain everything in detail. I hope you will be patient enough to read it all.

It all started when I just finished school. A friend of my mom’s asked that I come to her place. When I got there, she told me how she had watched me grow and was impressed by my attitude. She pleaded that she would love for me to marry her son. My mom, my parents, and the whole family were in support of it, and they all pleaded that I consider her decision. I decided to give it a try.

We connected on social media, exchanged contacts, and did voice and video calls. He seemed to be a nice person, and we both liked each other. A date for the wedding was set on December 22nd, and he came and finalized everything. After the wedding, it’s true that I refused to get pregnant for him because I insisted on us being on birth control. I had seen a lot of cases where guys come from abroad, get married to a lady, and then only come home to get them pregnant and leave them frustrated with multiple kids. I just wasn’t ready to take any chances.

My husband was forced to get more serious and speed up the process of my papers so I could join him abroad. Luckily, my papers were ready in a few months, and I finally joined him in the States. This is where the problems all started.

While abroad for just four weeks, I noticed that my husband didn’t like me going out. All he wanted was for me to stay at home and wait for him. He didn’t even like me talking to neighbors. He asked me to make a list of food items I might need for a week or two, and he would take the list to the market himself, buy, and stock the kitchen with enough groceries to last at least a week or two. I stayed in America for over a year, stuck in my husband’s house. The only time I left the house was when he took me out during the weekend to have a few drinks and catch some fun.

For over a year, I kept pleading with my husband to grant me permission to start working and earning something, no matter how little, to at least help my poor parents and siblings back home and not run to him for everything. Please note that I am the first child. My siblings are all school dropouts, and my parents had to put all their resources and savings into me to see me through school. I really felt bad when my parents or siblings needed help, and I was unable to do anything about it because I fully depended on my husband for everything. Most times, I would run to him about my family problems, but he didn’t react in time or at all, using the excuse that he forgot.

On a very faithful day, luckily for me, after so much pressure and pleading, my husband finally accepted that I could go out for sport every morning and run around the neighborhood. In the course of that, I was lucky to have met some good friends who introduced me to their other friends. That’s when I started asking questions. Sometimes they would come around the house when my husband was at work, and we would chat. That’s how I was enlightened on so many things I had no clue of here abroad.

These same friends even helped me secure a job in a hospital to work as a nurse. I was so excited and told my husband, but he forbade me from taking the job, saying he didn’t bring me to America to work but brought me to be his wife, take care of his home, make babies, and certainly take care of them and make his meals. He insisted that it’s what a good wife does and that I must respect his decision as the chief commander of the house. I was shocked and disappointed to hear these words come out of my husband’s mouth.

However, I ignored him and insisted on working, hoping that he would come around. The week I started work, he started refusing to eat my food or talk to me. I still ignored it and acted like everything was okay. This went on for about two weeks, and he suddenly came around.

This man patiently waited until Christmas holiday and cajoled me into believing that we were going home to spend the holidays and celebrate with family and old friends. When we arrived in the country, he took me back to my parents. When the holidays were over, he abandoned me in the village and took a flight back to the States. I guess he wanted to teach me a lesson and probably break me. I spent almost two months in the village. Thank God I still had my phone, and I communicated with some friends who sympathized, helped me, and I was able to book a flight back to America.

For six months, my husband had no clue I was back in the States. He probably thought I was still in the village. I guess someone told him I was back, and he came to where I work to see for himself. I could see the shock, anger, and disappointment on his face when he saw me. A few weeks later, he asked me for a divorce, saying that I’m stubborn and disobedient to him and that my family is in support of my bad behavior. He has been insisting that my family refunds every dime he spent on me as “dowry.”

Can you believe that this man has been sending me threats of late, asking me to leave America? He says he picked me from the gutters and doesn’t want to see me in America. According to him, he was the one who brought me here in the first place, and if not for him, I would never have dreamed of coming to America. To be honest, I was shocked that my husband came public with this issue. I guess he wants to expose and embarrass me.

Derick, you’ve tormented me enough. Can you imagine that this man also blames me for our childlessness, accusing me of messing up my womb? God knows I’ve never indulged in such. Several tests carried out on me prove that I’m okay, but he refuses to do his own tests, insisting that he is okay because he once impregnated a girl in his school days. Because he once got a girl pregnant, he keeps insisting the fault is mine.

Well, Derick, I’m so happy to break this news to you. Your divorce papers have been signed. Yes, I’ve found someone so sweet and a million times better than you. I’m a month pregnant by him, and we’re getting married in two months. Guess what? You’re invited. We’ll be so delighted to see you at our wedding. You asked that your “dowry” be refunded. Well, I’ve talked to my family, and everything will be refunded in full payment anytime you’re ready. You also insist that I leave the States because you do not want to see me here. I promise you, if you continue like this, I’ll be forced to dial 911, and you sure do know what will happen. Please do not push me any further.

I am the girl whose brother traveled to Dubai and spent seven years sending money for her to build a house and invest for him back home. Instead, she gave everything to her boyfriend and put all the documents in his name. It’s been two months, and a lot has happened. It wasn’t entirely my fault, and I’m here to make everyone understand what actually happened. Please pardon me for this very long essay. I intend to be very detailed with my side of the story.

It all started seven years ago. This guy here impregnated me and asked that I abort. He finally fled when I refused. I tried looking for him everywhere, but he was nowhere to be found. My brother, who was managing a small retail shop at that time, took care of everything. He made sure that I lacked nothing so I could deliver safely without complications. I later gave birth to a baby girl. My boyfriend still never showed up. My elder brother kept taking good care of me and my daughter for over two years.

One day, my brother opened up to me and told me he intended to travel out of the country. According to him, he had met a very good old friend of his online who had encouraged and advised that he come over to Dubai because there were some new good job opportunities that could better his life. Due to this, my brother took a loan and sold some of his properties, adding to his little savings. He handed over his shop to me so it could be my source of income to enable me to take care of myself and my child while he’d be away, hoping that he would find a good job and further support me and the child.

A few months later, my brother called to alert me that he had finally settled and gotten a job at last, though he complained of the working and living conditions over there being terribly harsh and life as a whole wasn’t that easy. After a few months, my brother confided in me about his plans and a building project he had thought about. He said I was the only one who could handle it since we’re orphans and I’m his only sister and the only family he could trust.

After about a year, he managed to save up a very huge sum, which he sent to me to look for and buy a vast piece of land and immediately start the building project. By this time, my boyfriend had suddenly shown up, cried to me, and begged for my forgiveness. It felt really genuine. I guess I missed him and was still very much in love with him, so I took him back. My brother wasn’t aware that we were back together. I opened up to my boyfriend and explained every detail of what my brother had earlier told me, hoping to get advice from him on how to go about the task since he is a man and would be in a better position to know more about such matters.

He assured me not to worry and that he would take care of everything. I actually believed in him since he is a man and was the best person to handle such a task. I then handed over the money my brother had sent to him, and he bought the land, employed people to start work, and asked me not to tell my brother that we were back together or that he was handling the building project. He said he wanted to use the opportunity to make things right with my brother by helping out with his building projects and investments. He sounded really convincing. Besides, I was actually seeing the work he was putting in and the results. So, I had no reason to doubt him since the evidence was there.

My brother started sending money every month. He said he had gotten other part-time odd jobs aside from his real job and that he would send every dime he could aside from the money needed to settle bills and some basic necessities. He further said that he hardly even ate twice a day because he was doing everything possible so we could finish up the projects as soon as possible. He was 40 at that time and, according to him, he wasn’t getting any younger. He intended to come home quickly afterward to settle down, get married, and make a family since he had no kids yet.

Five years later, my boyfriend had completed the building and suggested that we move into the house since it was vacant instead of spending money on rent every month. The idea was reasonable, so I accepted. I had already updated my brother that the building was complete. He asked for my opinion on which business he could invest in so he could fall back on when he comes back. I asked my boyfriend, and he suggested an electronics business, adding that it was a very good business line that brings quick and much profit and is not difficult to run. My brother continued working, saved up after a year, and sent another very huge sum for the business investment project to me, which I again handed over to my boyfriend after he convinced me that he was in a better position to handle it.

He went on and rented a very big shop, bought some goods, and took me to the place so I could see the evidence, which I did. So, I had no reason to doubt him. According to my boyfriend, more capital was needed to stock the shop so the business could generate better and more profits and run perfectly. By this time, my brother was making plans to come back. When I initiated the idea, it made sense to him, and he decided to change his mind. He continued sending money for the shop.

One day, while cleaning the house, I found the house documents. I was shocked to see my boyfriend’s name on the documents, including the shop, instead of my brother’s. When I confronted him, this guy convinced me that everything he was doing was for our good and that he intended to marry me in a few months. He said we should convince my brother to stay in Dubai for at least two more years so he could send more money and, from the savings from his business, we could use it to settle my brother when he comes back or build a small house and set up a smaller business for him to start life. I was so blind and wasn’t thinking straight. His words were so good and convincing that I ended up siding with him.

My brother suddenly came back without mentioning a word to me. He didn’t inform anyone that he was coming. It was a surprise and shock to us. He was so shocked and disappointed to discover that I had given birth to two more children with the same guy who abandoned me with a pregnancy and a baby before he left for Dubai. He seemed unhappy with me, even though he was really trying to act okay.

The problems began the next day when he started asking questions and asked that I hand over the documents of his house and take him to the shop so he could get acquainted. I rushed to my boyfriend, but he told me to refuse ever collecting money from my brother for any building project or whatever and that I should maintain my stand because he would back me up. I did exactly as he told me. My brother was so shocked and disappointed in me.

I felt bad doing this to my only brother, betraying him like that, but the truth is, I’m not entirely to blame here. By this time, I had already had three kids with this guy. I’m currently 33 years old and was scared of losing him. I feared I might end up never finding a husband. I knew if I refused to act as he told, he would leave me. He even threatened to do just that. I felt if he left me after everything, I would be the one to lose. Honestly, any lady in my shoes would have done the same. I had no choice.

My brother came back almost empty-handed, without enough cash, and he wasn’t keeping our chats or the pay slips after sending me money. There was obviously no one to stand up for him. So, it was easy for us to defeat him in the few places he took the case to. My fiancé further sent boys to threaten him, so he stopped pursuing the case. The last time I saw him, it was obvious he was going through depression. He was dressed in rags and looked so different. I felt so much pity for him and pleaded with my fiancé to help him. We offered to give him something little to at least start up a business, but instead, he got upset and walked out on us. That was the last time I saw my brother. It’s been almost two months now, and no one knows his whereabouts.

This man you see here is heartless. After everything he made me do, he started bringing in women to the house. Most times, he doesn’t even come home. He sleeps out for days, not caring if my kids and I feed. I’ve been going through domestic violence for weeks now. This guy had the audacity to send me out of my brother’s house when I complained about his immature and irresponsible behavior. Honestly, I am ashamed of myself. For the past two weeks, I’ve been staying at a friend’s place with my kids, who asked and advised that I come public, reveal the whole truth, and apologize.

Bro, I’m crying while typing this. Honestly, I’m sorry, brother Mike. I lack words because I’m too ashamed of myself for siding with a stranger. Before Mama died, she asked you to protect and take care of me, your only sister, and you’ve been doing just that. Bro, I’m still your little sister, your little Debi. Please find it in your heart to forgive me. I really do not know what came over me. I’m truly sorry for everything. Please, wherever you are, come out so we can fight this case. I still have every chat and the evidence of everything you sent. I can prove it anywhere. Please, if this should reach you, brother Mike, I’m begging you to come out and reclaim what is rightfully yours. I’m deeply sorry, brother.