Leopard Print and Mr Not ready

Ola and I met when I ended things with Mr. Insecure number two – he was very laid back, observant and fun. We connected on a dating site I was passing time on and at first I made it a little hard staying detached and uninterested but he read through it and was persistent. Three weeks in, we wanted to hang out daily and we did – for the first twelve months or honestly the entire relationship, we were inseparable except on some vacations. If you saw him in church, you saw me. As if we weren’t obvious enough, we also had a lot of matching outfits we bought together. At his school, if I had no class, you may have seen me too. Why?

This was my best friend and I was not afraid to fall because it felt right. Time passed and all I felt was inconsistency. We also had our differences but agreed to accept them because we “loved” each other. Deep within me, I was not comfortable with some things he did but I accepted them and tried to talk to him about it almost daily, weekly then monthly. Not sure why I didn’t just leave knowing that I was slowly getting upset repeating and compromising myself every damn time. Well Addie, how could you? We had so much fun; we went on dates, weekend trips, owambes, and even explored our city every chance we got.  Every night when we weren’t exclusive, he took me out and made sure I left him smiling. Soon enough, we made “love” and after that it was magic. One so wanting of the other that when we had residence issues, we decided to live together and I was excited. If you’re reading this, you know right there that this is where I effed up yea? I know, I know.

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We got a super nice place in Owings mills,MD and my bougie self  made it look a million bucks. Over time, we even had game nights with other couple friends and several house parties which were lit. All was good until I started to feel weird frequencies (energy) and I couldn’t hold. I broke and started asking questions. Sometimes, I’ll ask or check his phone – Once he stepped out the first time, it was hell. I felt betrayal but he continued repeatedly stepping out which did not make things any easier.

I couldn’t understand why he was into prostitutes or comfortable with the idea. He followed some heavily nude pages as well as strippers which made me feel like I wasn’t enough. Imagine the emotional torture? This even excluded girls from school or other friends he had that he would talk to. Matter of fact my baby boo had an affair and I felt it when it was happening but had no confirmation(this is one I even knew about and I remember her like it was yesterday b).

Solely from the cheating, I lost trust and then me trying to hold on to something that wasn’t there anymore. Or maybe it never was Addie. Something prematurely offered yet true? Scratch that because love shouldn’t hurt.

Lukman claimed to love me and would have loved to give me the world but how could he when he did not even love himself at all? To add salt upon injury, my self love was barely there so imagine the burden. I was spiritually heavy and I didn’t even know it. I stayed because i “loved” him and he was always sorry. I tried to be the best girl in the world instead of just being me and allowing him love me the way I am but believe me a man must love, know and accept himself before he can let a woman in and vice versa.

I kept the house clean, was his biggest cheerleader, did my kegel exercises, stayed fit, cooked often which never satisfied him since he was a chef and my effort didn’t really count. Lukman cared about me but did not love me because he was only giving me what he could for as long as he could. Once he got an opportunity to break up, he did. Not to hurt me but to avoid further damage. It just proved how weak our “love” was.

Here’s how it happened.

One evening, I found out that he went to go see his ex and I was upset because our discussions always ended with exes being a no-no. He couldn’t seem to see any fault in his actions after about an hour of going back and forth so I packed my bags and drove off not with the intention of leaving but just to get his attention.

Who was I kidding? I had made it easy. I came back the next morning after sleeping in the car by a dunkin donuts to a breakup talk. He was letting me go and “it wasn’t me it was him”.

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I was confused and angry until I finally had a meltdown. Suicide crossed my mind but I am no weak bi$@h so I fought it. We still lived together for another couple of months after as the option to break the lease was unnecessarily pricy so we decided to hang in there.

I was in hell. I felt myself drowning. I self medicated heavily daily and sunk in my thoughts. Work was affected as everything felt stressful. I was just lost. I died inside over and over. He tried to re-explain that he loved me but this needed to happen but I was not there anymore. At some point, I would hear him but be far away. I went into shutdown mode and didn’t think it was real. For days, I would cry and be like ”wait, are you sure?” – Thinking it was a tension thing because of the argument.

Even worse!

Time passed and my mum always told me to have savings so I moved out when it was closer to the end of the lease. If I didn’t leave when I did, I may not be here today.

The court meetings to finalize pending bills were emotionally stressful and draining because we would argue sometimes but we got through it somehow.

Right before I actually moved out of the apartment, he got brave and invited girls over. The first time it happened I thought I was seeing double but over time I saw enough to get used to it.

On one specific occasion, I came home early from work. It was super innocent but for a valid reason and as I walked in, I saw legs running obviously. Curtain movements too and I figured he had a guest. At this point even with everything going on you have to understand I still had feelings for him but I cannot forget this day. I called a co-worker because I was numb. I had never been treated like this before or been in such a situation and I dislike conflict so I was panicking. After a while he came out, with this hard look on his face and said off to work. I felt like he didn’t even see me at all.

I got goosebumps when I saw the girl. She said nothing and just walked the other way. He tried to hide her and have her go through sliding doors (balcony) but it was too late. Now when a guy is cheating or even moving on, don’t you even guess it’ll be someone ridiculously attractive or somehow better in a good way. This girl was dressed masculine, had a low cut, slight slouch and looked very….idk. I don’t even want to know…

That hurt even more because in all honesty, I looked better and was a unicorn but still wasn’t enough. Confused dot com!

I went on dates those final days in the apartment to distract myself but walked out on too many of them. It was hilarious and I look back and laugh now because I was hurting and trying to be sane but it didn’t help.

Some nights when I managed to sleep, I’ll have nightmares, wake up and he’ll be up as well. Things were so awkward for a while…

The second significant occurrence after the walk in was just epic. After I moved out, i still came over because I still cared as there were bills to pay and I still had some type of feelings but he had a new girlfriend. He would be on the phone with her and it’ll be on speaker sometimes, he’ll take her out etc and I was so confused because we just broke up but I pitied her as she was just buying time. One night, I got there and he told me his girlfriend was around so i had to leave. I almost went love and hip hop on his a@$ but I’m just not bred that way so after talking to my sister, i left peacefully.

Enough was enough as I had a breakthrough and decided to try taking it one day at a time. Just loving Adeola, bathing Adeola, praying for Adeola, speaking to Adeola, healing Adeola and here we are now…

As I loved myself daily, I found my healing. I pulled strength I didn’t know I had and bounced back. It’s called resilience baby. Ever since my dad told me I was, I nurtured the strength and rely on it a lot. It’s been quite a journey and the self love work never ends for me as I am a rose and I will die and rebirth a hundred times till I leave earth.

I eff with that. You feel me?

Lukman had a huge impact on my life. He was a wake up call and truth be told I have dated guys who despite knowing they cannot be serious with you, string you along and even have a child with you all to get a divorce sometime down the road. What a waste.

I am not in love with him anymore. We are now just friends and I do not know what the future holds but I only wish him all the good things in life. Nothing more, nothing less.

Baby girl, pain is power so when you feel it, especially in times like this, source the why and harness that power into something beautiful such as yourself, a business etc.

You will become unstoppable.

Love you girl,

Stay strong,

Addie.

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