He was 30 years older than me.

Though unmarried but had kids from his previous relationship's,2 sets of twin's from two different women.

They weren't a problem because they were all based in USA in a house bought in their names by their Dad,and none was up to 20 yet.

It was a very difficult decision to make.

Do I get married to him and never go broke in life again and manage his authoritative nature or should I keep hoping on God to bless my hustle.

This was during the early days of covid19  and I had not up to 10k in my account and that point I needed a sponsor,I needed a helper.

I started nurturing the idea of having a Sugar daddy too , at least I could choose from the three well to do ones around. The quest for my own space,freedom and money wouldn't let me stay respectful to them.

When I found out Richard (not real name) wasn't married and also was very wealthy and his connections could give me access to any office I wish to enter in eastern Nigeria and beyond our shores.

I thought him to be my saviour when he sent money for me to treat myself during the pandemic,but I think I was wrong.

I gave him attention,he was open to me...

He asked me what I wanted and provided at my beck and call but won't allow me get or do them myself.  He made simple meals for us,the driver was available if I need him. He also asked me the type of phone and laptop I needed which I told him,iPhone xmax and an Hp laptop, he said he would get iPhone 8 instead but that would arrive after the pandemic since he doesn't buy thing's in Nigeria and the shipping companies weren't working yet. He ordered for it and paid in my front.

On my third day in the house.

Yeah! I visited him to know him more and know if to accept the proposal of being his wife.

I know I needed financial freedom but if it will be with this man I rather keep toiling for my money.

That faithful morning I woke up hearing Richie's voice shouting at the gate man,those words were more like curses.

"You are very stupid"

"Have anyone paid you the amount I pay before"

"Why should you leave the water bottles thrown away littered all over the compound"

"Why don't you wear your shirts,you are so numb"

These statements and a lot more  I kept hearing in a very harsh tune that can send anyone to depression.

I'm allergic to screams or shouts,I was emotionally and mentally abused as a child and little act of maltreatment from anyone to me or someone around always makes me uncomfortable.

When Richard came up to the room,I greeted him,I tried finding out what happened but he explained with more insulting words and raging tune, which I told him to please change that I wasn't the gate man that annoyed him.

Hei!

Oga transferred the aggression to me oo

"How dare you talk to me like that"

"Do I look like your mate"

"How dare you tell me how to handle my workers"

"Who are you?"

"Know your place please and don't tell me how to handle my workers"

I walked out of the room,to the sitting room at the second floor,this time boiling in rage,regret and fear.

I was angry because that screams was what I can't tolerate from anyone who wants to pass in-between my thighs.

In regret for ever thinking getting married to a wealthy man will give me peace.

In fear, what if this man stabs me.

Night came.....

We all slept in separate rooms like usual but unlike before he refused to talk to me for the rest of the day. When he came back from exercise the next day I already made his favorite breakfast of Oats he will come home to "okpa" Oga refused eating my food but went to make something else.

When I tried to know why,he claimed I wasn't supposed to tell him how to run his house and workers and walked away.

I rushed up,packed my bags told him I want to leave ,which he accepted and drove me to my house. He asked me about the stuffs he ordered for me from USA. 

I humbly told him "that I don't need them anymore" 

It was a difficult decision leaving him and the wealth,but I had to.

Have you ever made a difficult decision before?

Today! real estate pays me comfortably.