The month after the month before.....

So here i was five years down the road crying into my already soaked pillow case for the fourth time that day. Thinking how he could do this to me....how could he just leave after all our plans? But now I realise that as much as I wanted to believe, in my heart, that they were 'our' plans, they never meant anything to him. He had led me down 'fantasy lane' only to make a quick exit through Players Avenue. Yeah, I know I’m not the first girl to get dumped and definitely not the last!!! But it doesn’t make it any easier to deal with.

We had met a few years earlier through a mutual family friend. He was so nice. It wasn’t love at first sight or anything cheesy like that. No, it was something in his voice that held me steady. I really can’t describe it in words. Maybe it was the way he closed his eyes when he laughed or the way he called my name and smiled. Goodness!!! What ever it was, he had my attention from the very first moment I met him and he kept if for the next five years. And as the years went by I fell in love. Not with his physical attributes (although that did play a role), but with the man inside. I loved his name, his passion, his strength both mental and physical and his spirit. He made me happy, not because he bought me things but because he gave me things money couldn’t buy…….contentment. You see when I met Dele, he had nothing. In fact I could have paid his salary from the pocket money my father gave me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that to demean him in anyway. No, I am simply describing what his financial position was in previous years. Because now Dele is very much his own man, he owns his own business, lives in Lekki and is doing very well. All down to his drive and ambition and off course Gods blessings.

Anyway, as the years went on I moved to London to complete my studies while Dele remained in Nigeria. But we continued our relationship regardless of distance. We called each other everyday, sometimes twice or thrice a day. But most importantly we continued to make plans, plans for me to move back home and get a job, plans to get a house, plans to get married, have children and live happily ever after!!! LOL. But these plans soon evaporated. At first it was the suspicious emails he would get from girls saying they loved him. Then they were the long periods of silence and then the ultimate dagger……His father. Apparently, his family did not approve of my family or tribe. I only wish they had mentioned this during the first year of our relationship instead of waiting till half a decade had flown by taking most of my 20ies with it.. This would have made things bit easier!!!!

But what made things even worse was Dele’s preferred method of breaking up. He just stopped calling me. No calls, no emails, no texts. Nothing, zilch, nada, zero…nothing!!! That was hat hurt the most. The fact that he could tell me the week before that he loved me and wanted to spend the rest of his life with me and then suddenly stop. Was it all lies, had I been building castles in the sky all these years or did he really just stop loving me….was I that easy to forget? (Big sigh)…….
So after this extremely long blog……my question is this…..were does a the hunter girl go from here?