DO I TELL HIM THE TRUTH? OR LET HIM GO! Part One!

Dear TOLD Readers (The Only Love Doctor's Readers), this story is one touching story, she insisted we had a one on one session so we believe her. Life throws a lot at us, but how we receive it, is key to out happiness. My heart was so heavy while doing the transcript. We have decided to divide the story into 2 parts because it lengthy. She permitted we could edit to make it only 2 parts. So here’s the first part. Remember whatever story you read on this blog are True Life Stories. from our counselling Sessions with hundreds of people weekly, via One on One, Facebook, Twitter, Whatsapp, Email etc. so we hear and see these stories. The only thing we change is the person's real name and address. Continue to read her story.

My name is Kate, from Kwara State, am 32 years old and the first child in my family.

Each time I think of all the things I have gone through I feel like killing myself, even as a born again Christian. My life started at age 14 when my father took a second wife in the name of having more male children since my mother had only a son for him and 4 girls. My brother was 3 years when this happened. After the birth of my younger brother, my mother took in again when he was 2. Six months later she had very serious complications that almost took her life, which lead to the termination of the pregnancy to save her but she eventually lost her womb in the process.

Our home became a battled field because my father wanted another son and my mother kept reminded him she would still have her womb if not for his selfish desires for another son. Gradually the once happy home turned into a place of war and sadness.

We all had to seek laughter outside out home, my father stopped providing for us and my mum being a full time house wife had very little to offer us financially. That was when I met a lady in my village who told me she can help me by using what I have to get what I wanted. It sounded real and interested because she promised I was going to have fun as well. The next day was the beginning of my then success story, but now my worse nightmare. I didn't mind and didn't care as long as I could provide for my siblings and mother. That's how I got into prostitution at 14. The lady introduced me to different boys and before I know it, at 18 I was sleeping with men and recruiting young girl too.

While doing this I was in money and my parents was reaping from it without knowing it source. My step mum wasn't a bad woman as she was helpful to my mum in her own little way. She gave my dad 3 boys within a space of 5 years a set of twins and another son. I was practically taking care of every member of the family. 

At 23 I had done 4 abortions as a result of lusting over some men whom I thought loved me too, not knowing they were all about the sex and money I was making. They didn't bother if I was a prostitute, as long as the money kept coming.

I decided to keep myself from men and do my thing, then I met Frank when I turned 26. He came clubbing when we met and he swept me off my feet, he was sweet and cute. A guy who was everything I wanted. Caring, loving, God fearing (so I thought). For 6 months we didnt have sex as he wanted to marry me and I gave in all my best. I stopped prostitution as I have made good money by then. My parents thought I was working for a white man and so he paid me well within this period I was able to rebuild my father house and each wife had their apartment.

8 months into our relationship Frank thought it was right we had sex after all he has seen my parents and promised to marry me. I didn't see it as a big deal as my life mostly was made up of sex. Then it finally happened. We were both filled with joy as it was our first together. One month later I missed my period and I gladly told Frank, I was excited but he wasn't. I have never seen Frank so mad and angry before. That he reminded me the story of my life again, told me I had only 2 days to terminate the pregnancy and asked me if I wanted to break his Marriage!  Marriage? Was I hearing well or maybe he was joking, you are married? I asked him, 

I dont know what happened next as I woke up in the hospital. I had passed out and he rushed me to the hospital. I was discharged the following day and he was by my side begging me to forgive him, that he loved me and didn't want to loss me, that was why he didn't tell me the truth. He pleaded I abort the child, which I agreed and we set a date for the abortion.

Remember to read the concluding part "Next Post" 

DO I TELL HIM THE TRUTH? OR LET HIM GO! Part Two!